In only four days, Kyran found himself standing once more before the door to that quiet room.
It was just a door, yet Kyran could not bring himself to push it open.
"Kyran." Elestria's voice sounded in his ears, again and again.
He closed his eyes, as though gathering strength to do something very hard.
At last, he pushed the door open. It creaked as it moved. Everything in the room stood exactly as they had placed it together.
Except now, there were more footprints on the floor.
Kyran stepped inside. Almost at once, he saw the paper lying there. He held his breath, his feet felt heavy, as though made of stone, before he bent down and picked it up. It felt light in his hand, yet it weighed upon him like something very heavy indeed.
Black writing upon white paper. Clear proof. In th
