Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
This started as a short note and turned into a full account. No apology.
The matter at hand is the lock I have had fitted, and how long it lasted.
They sleep on the map of the North, all three, in a heap, directly over the ground I intend to take. I have not moved them. I have redrawn my plans instead.
Mock me if you like. You'll ask for them by name within the fortnight.