I found Castile’s account of the funeral. It was torn in half and stuffed under a loose floorboard next to an old bookshelf. I never would have found it if I hadn’t tripped over an overgrown root and ploughed into the floor right beside a little corner of paper sticking up between the cracks in the board.

It doesn’t answer all my most pressing questions, but I think I’m going to need to buy an axe.