I am leaving you one more note because, well, I feel like I should make up for the last one. Tell me, Atlas . . . if God turned the dragons into swallows to make them light and carefree, do you think He’ll do something similar for us? This code, this language of dragons, has weighed so heavily on us all. I can barely bring myself to think of it, of the destruction it could cause. But there is one silver lining. The brightest silver lining I’ve ever known. The Koinamens—and all my dragon tongues—are what brought me to Bletchley Park. They are what brought me to you. And beneath it he has
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