Two packets reached the union office on the six hundred and thirty-sixth morning.
One had Sera’s writing on the cover.
The other had traveled from Hearth through Stonewake, its forwarding marks crowded around Halden’s careful address.
Iven put both on the clean table before opening either.
Mara watched him.
“Expecting them to explode?”
“Trying to enjoy the moment before they tell me what I’ve done wrong.”
“That could take some time.”
