A moment of curiosity saw him take from his pocket the corner of parchment that he’d found at the edge of Livira’s pool on his first visit to the Exchange. He held it out between finger and thumb. Immediately it began to flutter. Its dance grew faster and more wild when he shifted his grip to the very edge—as if it were only a ghost when in his possession and felt the wind most strongly when he had least contact with it. With an unexpected howl the wind tore it from him and in an eye-blink the night had it.
This is where I wish I'd annotated it from the beginning bc PUZZLE PIECES
