The correction had two hands.
The first was narrow and hurried, pushing the final word against the edge. Vivienne’s mark sat beside it, sharp enough to suggest that the writer should have known better.
Felix had seen that impatient mark in the workshop.
He had also seen the instruction copied for him.
Steady the return before increasing the flow.
Below it, another warning had been crossed out. The replacement was darker.
Stop before somebody has to stop you.
He turned the page.
