I looked again at the note I had kept hidden for four hours, crumpled and buried in my left paw. A note I had looked at once, and only once. I had to keep it a secret from the others.
That is the nature of this world, after all; a world with the likes of Scythe and Adiel and Enigma standing watch over everything that moves is a world where you've got to keep secrets if you want anything to be kept sacred. And the secrets you keep have got to be... invisible. Seamless. Speak without skipping a beat. Move without stopping to question yourself. Hide all the evidence, even from your own eyes, because focusing on a secret for too long will make i
