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The envelope felt warm.
Seraph stared at the familiar handwriting.
Every stroke...
Every curve...
He recognized it.
It was his.
Not Seraph's.
Nathan's.
His breathing slowed.
"I wrote this..."
Halo floated beside him.
[The letter exists outside the normal flow of time.]
Yelena looked over his shoulder.
"Open it."
His fingers trembled as he broke the seal.
Inside was a single folded page.
The paper looked ordinary.
Yet the moment Seraph unfolded it, blue light spilled across the sky.
He began reading.
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To Nathan...
If you're reading this, then you succeeded where I couldn't.
That means you found Halo.
You met the First Creator.
You probably argued with the Architects.
Knowing you, you also ignored several warnings.
Some things never change.
Right now you're confused.
You're wondering how you could write a letter before these events happened.
The answer is simple.
You didn't.
I did.
By the time you read this...
