Lenora's POV
It snowed for two days.
The confluence settlement was quieter under snow — the soft sounds of winter, the particular quality of cold air in the lungs. I spent both days inside, treating a respiratory illness that had moved through the youngest residents, and working on the charter document with corrections I kept sending to Daren, who sent them back to Bramwell, who sent them back with annotations that were increasingly precise and occasionally funny.
One note, in the margin of the third draft: This provision assumes good faith from the council. I suggest we also include a clause that does not.
I added the clause.
On the evening of the second day, when the snow had stopped and the world outside was very still and very white, I found the dagger on my table.
Harlan was out
