THE CRIMSON HEIR TRILOGY THE ARCHIVE OPENS ARCHIVE // DAY 005 OF 100 The Warning of the Last King “He did not tell her to save the kingdom. He told her never to wake it.” Evelyn returned to the storage room the following night. She had spent the entire day trying to forget what happened. She told herself the crimson light had been a reflection. The voice had been wind slipping through the old walls. The vision of the gray-bearded king had been nothing more than a dream brought on by exhaustion. But every time she touched the Royal Sigil pendant, she heard the same words. Find the house they erased. By midnight, ignoring the crate had become impossible. Evelyn unlocked the storage-room door and stepped inside. The air felt colder than it had the previous morning. She carried a flashlight, a notebook, and an old iron key she had found hanging beside the door. She did not know whether the key belonged to the crate, but its handle bore the faint outline of seven flames. The beam of he...