I went up.
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The team was still working when I returned.
Mira was now at Ren's desk. Castellan had sent supplementary materials in a sealed packet at midnight — Iren had drafted a follow-up brief covering Cult-derived liturgical references the Office had been unable to read because the Cult's script was a closed system that only practitioners could parse. The Office's offer had implicitly included Mira's expertise as a former subject of the Cult's training, but they had not stated it openly. They had left the choice to her.
Mira had accepted. She was reading the supplementary materials now. Her pale-gold eyes moved across the Cult script with the steady recognition of a survivor decoding the language her body had been written in.
