Chapter 37 THE RESPONSE

Drafting the reply ate up most of Zaren’s morning.

He sat at the workbench, Millhaven paper at hand, dipping Mira’s iron gall ink, same stuff she used in her clinic records. The original note lay next to him. Only four sentences, but they were seared into his mind: "I know what you can see. I’ve kn...

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