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I find out what woke the scar at half past seven in the morning.
Damien calls before I have left the apartment. “There is a formal meeting request on the building’s legal intake. Filed at six this morning.”
“The Greyveil.”
“Yes. They cite the Silver Blood currently residing on the premises.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed. Outside the window the city is grey and going about its ordinary morning. “They filed it with the building. Not with you personally.”
“With the building’s registered legal address. Which means they want documentation placing you here on the official record before any meeting takes place. Every contact becomes part of the paper trail. They are building it from first contact forward.”
“What does the request say. Word for word.”
He reads it to me. That a Gre
