The halls of the Triumvirate were dark and silent as the night itself as Hano slinked through them. Swiftly he made his way to the soft padded floor of...

Shaky handwriting and obvious distress make the letter difficult to understand.

"Tamara ... I loathe to ask you this, but I need your...

I was not always like this ... I did not always need to share a body, and with my son no less. Once, I had my own form, my own body - my own identity....