Writing Practice: Cold
He couldn’t work at all when he was like this, and in the Hushed Chamber he was like this all the time. Eisen Alon Garvel, Ministry Justicar The Hushed Chamber, Machaevo Primus, Scillaeo Sector, The Kingdom The rafters creaked like an old ship. It was the highest floor of the Chambers, a draughty set of offices on the third floor. Windows, their seals threadbare, rattled like teeth in their frames. Beyond them a city rose, white ghosts with glowing eyes in the snow. It was here that he had been banished to, a temporary arrangement that each day extended. Garvel was head of E-Section, which consisted of himself, one cryptbreaker and one administrator. Their job was to decrypt esoteries, academic texts sometimes passed through the hands of members of hermetic orders and the like. It was dull, labour intensive work and Garvel hated it. Not that he did the labour. That was done by Sesan, the young, eager to please administrator who was studying beneath Rith, her s...