It took Serle a quarter of an hour to write out his full confession, and when he did, it covered nearly the entire scroll of parchment he'd been given.
For the first few minutes, Melsinde had watched over his shoulder as he wrote, but as the document grew longer and longer, her detached composure cracked until she could no longer bear to read the words on the page.
"It's all there," Serle said after signing the confession and placing his seal on it. "Or as much of it as I remember. If there's more that you know," he said, looking at the pile of scrolls that Ashlynn had yet to touch. "Well, a man's memory isn't perfect."
