(AVA)
He comes back to the project room at three in the afternoon with a folder and sets it on the table between us.
He sits down across from me. He does not open it immediately.
“The envelope,” he says. “I had it traced this morning. The paper stock comes from a wolf archive house on the north side of the city. They do not sell commercially. Their materials go exclusively to senior council historians and a small number of very old wolf institutions. You cannot walk in and purchase it.”
“So whoever sent it has council-level access.”
“Or access that predates the council structure entirely.” He opens the folder and turns it so I can read the name on the open page. “The archive house keeps a client registry. Most of it is sealed but the paper stock is specific enough to narrow it. It mat
