Delivered to "Mr. Gafnon" via private courier on Highwater, Mistfall 983.
Parimor —
I wondered if this would resurface.
You’re right to ask questions. You always were. I told myself it was better not to show you the report. That it would only bring more harm. That we had done all we could.
Maybe that was cowardice. Maybe it was protocol. Or maybe, just maybe, it was mercy.
If you’re reading this, then the veil is thinner than I feared. The trace I left in the archives must have fired — meaning your questions have stirred where we tried to bury them. You’ve always been too sharp for your own safety.
We are not villains, Parimor. But neither are we always brave. Protocol and fear are ever-present companions. And we are caretakers of a wound that dreams beneath its bandage. It is not as dormant as we once hoped.
Be careful where you walk. Some knowledge won’t let go once held.
If this message finds you, others will likely be watching soon. The official stance won’t change from within. It never does. If you intend to pursue this further... you will need outside help.
Hopefully you’ve found new friends since we last parted. And if that’s not enough, there are some beyond the Concord who still believe in tending what cannot be bound. I don’t pretend to understand their methods, but their roots run deep.
Perhaps a break in protocol is exactly what’s needed.
– A.Q.