The Glass Pen felt cool and impossibly light in Elara’s hand. Its translucent barrel seemed to hold a captive shimmer, and the nib, forged from a single, frozen tear of a Truth-Spinner, was sharper than any thorn. The old Archivist had bequeathed it to her with a warning: "It will not write what you wish, only what is. In others, and in yourself."Her first test was her brother, Kael. "I'm fine," he'd said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes after a failure at the Mage's Guild. Elara, wanting to help, uncorked a vial of starfall ink. "Show me his