Dear Mr. Kledos:
If you wish to know more, please wait for my carriage by the path lined with trees at midnight tonight.
Auburn
1797.9.26
...
The font was not handwritten but cut out from a newspaper.
There was no special scent on the invitation.
Clearly, the sender was very cautious.
Arthur understood this and...
found it amusing!
Arthur could receive an invitation from anyone.
Even from the Old Lion of Inner Bay, but certainly not from Auburn.
Could a dead man send out an invitation?
Possibly.
But certainly not Auburn.
No one knew Auburn better than Arthur.
Arthur knew exactly what condition Auburn was in and where he was.
After all, their current relationship meant they saw each other every day.
As Arthur looked at the black invitation with gold embossing, unknowingly placed on the gate at No. 2 Cork Street, his furrowed brow had already smoothed out—although Arthur was not sure who had sent the invitation using 'Auburn's' name.
