DEREK
The envelope was waiting for me when I returned to my office, a plain, unmarked thing sitting at the center of my desk.
I had been expecting reports from my intelligence network, updates on the rogue factions, or perhaps another denial from Moonstone about a pre-summit meeting. But this was something else. There was no scent on the paper, no name scrawled across the front. Just an anonymous delivery placed directly where I would see it.
I sat, fingers resting against the edge of the envelope, debating whether to open it. Something told me I should burn it instead. Instead, I slid my finger beneath the seal and pried it open.
Inside was a single piece of paper, folded once. The handwriting was unfamiliar, slanted, and sharp, but the message was clear.
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