Unconsciously he drifted nearer, drawn by the page in the stranger’s large hands. When it was completely unfolded, the man held it up for Eduard to read, the paper stretched open in front of him. The flowing script was familiar, and if Eduard closed his eyes, he knew he could probably recite without hesitation the words written in fading ink. It was a letter he’d last seen during the sea voyage that brought him and Marien to this part of the world.
A letter he’d thought destroyed.