He sat with the folder for a long time in the morning.
The Kael revelation had not kept him awake. He had processed it the way he processed most things: by letting it sit undisturbed in the part of his mind that worked on problems without being watched, and finding it organised and settled when he came back to it.
What it changed: the director's twenty years of believing Kael's exit record was erased as an act of institutional fear. The director had been half right. The record had been protected—but protected by the Archivist General's office to preserve the work, not to erase the person. Kael had left this city alive. He had left after completing what he came to complete. Whatever his life after the city had been, it had not ended in Guild custody.
That was worth knowing.
He put the folder on the shelf.
Lenne was at the mission board when he arrived.
