Silas came in person on the fourth night, which he was not supposed to do.
Alistair felt the Dark Interval before he saw him.
It was a small wrongness near the window, where the lamplight sat a little off from where light should sit, and then Silas was simply there.
He was thinner than back in the Oasis, moving in the careful way that said his Characteristic had run smaller and sharper this season.
"You broke cover," said Alistair.
"For this, I did," said Silas.
He did not sit. He never sat when it was serious, and Alistair had learned to read a night by whether Silas took a chair or stayed standing.
"There is a closet in the council building," Silas said. "The Wreath's people wrote it down as too small to hold anything worth guarding, so nobody watches it. It holds the intra-Justicar correspondence instead. I have been inside it twice now."
Alistair went still.
"You went inside twice," said Alistair.
"Twice," Silas confirmed.
"What did you read?"
