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The symbol resembles a spiral with four blade-like appendages.
Captain LaSein’s trial is a mere two days away, but it seems there has been a fire at the LaSein estate. Reports from the guards indicate that the captain remained inside as the house burned. In her condition, I fear there is little hope she made it out alive. I am amidst preparation to visit once again, though I understand there is little left of the structure.
A few inches below, there is more written in a different hand.
Commissioner. I shall take this opportunity, in your absence, to bid you farewell. Despite my hostility during our last encounter, I do believe you come far closer to understanding me than the rest of your city, and I, perhaps in maudlin hope that my daughter was right, see you as something of my last hope that a cycle I’ve long believed inexorable might in fact be broken. Perhaps you know this cycle, perhaps you are still coming to understand it–you see it always begins in a particular way: Dissonance. Betrayal. Destruction of the harmony which reigned before, will reign after, and, somewhere beyond, will be shattered again. It has always been, and I wonder whether you can prove to me whether there is some chance, a glimmer of hope that its course might even temporarily be averted.
As you are no doubt aware by now, my daughter is dead. Though my material circumstances made a typical paternal relationship difficult, I’d like you to know that I still pinned a great deal of my hope for the world to her and her success. She was a better human than most, far better than me. I have little doubt that her death will be repaid in kind, but the betrayal which presently bears scrutiny is different. It is the one that arose from her own countrymen, unconsummmated but very certainly noticed. It is not for me to speculate at the circumstances from which this dissonance arose, but I have become quite capable of measuring that Vengeance which restores harmony. Understand me, Commissioner: Euphonia devoted her life to this city and its Federation. Every action she took, even under threat from those she would defend, she took with Thago in mind. For this betrayal, the Old Gods should burn. Perhaps an extraordinary outpouring of goodwill might prevent this.
Forgive my brevity–I wish this upon you with the utmost sincerity: Good luck.
-Arman LaSein, aspirant to Harmony