ColllenI was scrolling through some of the hidden files I had on the Crow and his partnership with my family when I heard a sudden knock on the door. For a moment, I hesitated to open it, but then I heard the knock again, and this time I stood up and cautiously approached it. When I opened it, I saw Frank standing outside my door just after noon, holding a cream-colored envelope like it was something sacred. He was our family butler, and I’d seen that stationery enough times to know exactly where it came from, which was why I didn’t touch it at first. I just looked at him, half amused, half confused.“What’s this supposed to be?” I asked.He didn’t answer right away. He simply extended the envelope toward me, his expression flat in that overly professional way he’d perfected after decades of serving my family. “A message from the house,” he said flatly.At first, I hesitated, but then I took it, mostly because he wasn’t going to leave until I did. The paper was thick, the seal press
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