MIRA
The next morning I hand Lina a pack of letters to everyone I know in the Gerdian Empire. My last desperate attempt to find out where Rien is now.
I think about different case scenarios in my head, not stopping for even a second. The only break I have is reading of Aaron Brookland’s journal, slowly analyzing every word he has written, checking the information with other books, maps, diaries. Finding even little specs of information that can potentially be useful to us in the future.
Future… Gods, I hope we still have a future ahead of us and I am not being just delusional now.
“My lady,” Lina enters the room and curtsies, “You have visitors.”
“Who?” I ask her, putting the journal down.
“Lord Sevill with his fiancée. And lady Isidore Vierne,” the maid replies.
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