In the quiet darkness of her new room, Iris Winnow lay awake, weighed down by grief and guilt over her mother’s death. Restless, she lit a candle and considered whether the wardrobe in this house would work like the one in her bedroom for delivering her enchanted letters. Curious to test the limits of the magic, she set up her grandmother’s typewriter and began to write.

Iris composed a letter acknowledging the improbability of contact from nearly six hundred kilometers away and asked her correspondent to locate the missing half of the myth of Dacre and Enva that he had once shared in part. She folded the page and slid it under the wardrobe door, then opened it to find the letter gone, confirming the magic still worked despite the distance.

Within minutes, a reply arrived asking if she had gone to war, expressing relief at receiving her paper again, and promising to try to find the rest of the myth. Smiling, Iris responded that she was a war correspondent, had not yet seen battle, and was adjusting to the unexpected quiet and tense routines near the front. She described the environment as shadows, silence, locked doors, and whispers, and admitted her grief still surged in waves, though distraction and adaptation helped.

The correspondent answered that he could not promise success but would search his grandfather’s books and the library, speculating that the ending likely showed Enva outwitting Dacre and may have been hidden by men out of pride. He encouraged Iris to find her place and her words amid the silence, wished her safety, and said he would write again.

The exchange confirmed the durability of their magical bond over long distance, set a new objective to recover the complete myth, and offered Iris comfort and purpose as she began her assignment near Avalon Bluff.