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CHAPTER 61: The First Response
Author: Timothy
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The letter arrived on the seventh morning.

Not from the academic networks — Elth had said a minimum of several days before the first cautious scholars would commit anything to paper, and the timeline had held. This came from inside the Church itself, which was faster than anyone had anticipated and carried the specific quality of something that had been waiting to be sent for longer than the testimony had been in circulation.

Seraphine brought it to the common room where Cassian and the Keeper
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