Victoriana's gaze returned to me, sharp but open, waiting.
I leaned forward, sliding a folder across the board. Letters, pictures—everything that had arrived from Silverpine in the last few weeks. The ink of their threats still felt heavy in my hands.
"You've seen these," I said, steady but firm. "The threats. The letters. The photographs. They were not simply intimidation—they were a map of intent. A test. And they were sent here deliberately to unsettle us."
Victoriana inclined her head once. "I read them," she confirmed, her voice clipped. "And your dissection of them as well. Every annotation. Every mark."
