Letters
Wren,
This is not a game, but if it were, you would be losing. I do not think you wish to come against me when it comes to logic and wit, but I am happy to oblige you nonetheless.
You forget that, once again, we were in the same place at the same time. Did you tell the academy where you went last night? If not, was it because you were doing something—as you so delicately put it—unsavory?
It is clear that you wish to have it out with me. So be it. Let us do so in person. Meet me at Adira’s entrance to the tunnels at half past midnight.
-Castien
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