Kieran sipped his tea. If T read Marlowe Forfang's writings, and he thought there was a fairly good chance she did, then if he admitted this there was a fairly good chance she would be able to figure out who A was to her. But he also didn't want to lie to Juliana; not about this, and not when her research was so important. (Even Kieran, a skeptic, had to admit it was important.)

So he stuck himself somewhere in the middle: not a lie, but not the full truth, either.

"I wrote to them," he said, "In the beginning. After the paper said who it was."

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