This was the first sheet of paper. Behind it were two others. The writing upon them was less legible and appeared smudged as if a glass had been knocker over them. I looked up and saw the busy bustle of the CIC, men and women rushing to respond to the orders of Aeniah. Each of them was covered in a grey hue. All of them appeared to be in a very sickly condition. Aeniah and Sean appeared to be the only spritely individuals left.
I turned my thoughts away from them and focused upon the second letter.