Fen Cas produced a document from the bag at his feet.
Not a modern document. The paper had the same quality as the letter, the same density, the same slight wrongness under the building's combined lighting. He set it on the table between them without opening it, the way you set something down when you wanted the object itself to communicate before the contents did.
Cael looked at it without touching it.
'The Fracture Origin Research Programme,' Fen Cas said. 'The guild's last serious investigation into what the Fractures actually are. Terminated eighteen years ago. This is a surviving copy of the primary findings document.' He put one hand flat on the cover. 'I'm not going to show you what's in it today.'
Cael looked at him.
'You've been absorbing things for six months,' Fen Cas said.
