Anurak Receives The Ground
The cloister is cold, the way it always is. Anurak doesn't rise to greet you. He waits until all three books are out, then sets them on the table in front of him, side by side, and looks at them for a long moment before he speaks.
"Eight of these Doctrine Ghouls checked every line against the original while you wrote. That's the exacting transmission our script was built for. I trust that part of this."
"What I don't trust yet is the word terma. Half of what's called revealed turned out to be self-serving manipulation or politics. A dead archive and eight bodies that died guarding the work is stronger evidence than most claims I've heard in sixty years. It's still not proof."
"So: I keep one copy. The other two stay... I don't want to know about. Keep them hidden. Keep them safe. This may be the only complete account left in the world. I will work through it myself before anyone practices it."
"This will take weeks if the early sections hold up clean. Months if something needs testing twice. I won't be rushed, and I won't bless this on a good story. If it turns out to be what it claims, I will need to develop a safe way to transmit it to students."
"Last thing. What happened in that temple left a shape a sharp investigator can read. If the Dharmasena has someone who already knows what that place held, they don't need a confession. They may already know whose hands it's in."
He looks at you.
"Come see me again soon. This isn't enough to change everything, but it's enough to set us down that path."