They brought the first north room back into Grimridge in pieces.
Not the walls, not the stove, not the roof half-buried in fir and old snow, but the things that revealed what the room had been built to do. Rope. Oil. Blankets cut for travel rather than rest. The scored tokens. The coded map. The folded shawls from the crate by the wall.
When the guards laid those on the long table in the great hall, the room changed in a way Sable could feel before anyone spoke.
Mara saw the shawls first and went still beside the hearth.
