Aethelstan was still their sanctuary, a kingdom of salt-sodden wood and baked decks, but the door to the world beyond had been cautiously, gingerly opened. Maya, their fierce and faithful go-between, had made them a regime. One, secure digital mailbox. No veiled hints, no signals. A repository they could choose to open, or keep closed, when the moment came.Seven days from the dawn break that had felt like freedom, a storm had swept through, keeping them bound up in a lee shore fjord. Rain lashed against the windows, and wind moaned in the rigging. An inside day, for the salon's warmth and the smell of coffee. Cerebral ritual, Clarkson opened the laptop and checked the mailbox.There were thousands of messages. The number itself was a huge, imponderable thing. But Jonah, glancing over his shoulder, waved. "See. Not e-mails only. Scans. Letters."Clarkson opened a folder labeled "Physical Mail - Digitized." The first to fill the screen was not a well-spaced email, but a scan of a noteb
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