THE LETTER FOR ROWAN
Author: Unwana Akpe
last update2026-07-19 07:19:42

Nobody touched the letter at first.

The corridor was really quiet.

It was like the corridor was holding its breath.

There was a lantern beside the chair.

This showed someone had been there a little while ago.

The person who was there had left calmly.

They did not. Anything.

Rowan looked down the passage beyond the chair.

"Lucien, " he said.

The older healer nodded away.

"I will check ahead, " he said.

"I will go with him, " Cassian added.

The two men walked silently into the darkness.

Their foo
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