Prologue
There's a letter on the dining table. It's a white envelope, sealed with a purple wax stamp with the letters S.C. in curly cursive. The address is written in neat black writing.
Mr. Kristoffer Piercebridge
Apartment No. 37 Greenethorne Block
Crowder Street
SE21 8IL
Ashton reads the daily magic newspaper, running his fingers through the grey streak in his curly ginger hair. The headlines are bad news, horrible news, shit news, okay news, worse news. The world of magic, witchcraft and sorcery is getting better, but the weight of the AMI coming back weighing on everyone's shoulders. The sound of a door opening and someone walking down the little corridor between a bedroom and the kitchen/dining room/thing reaches Ashton's ears. Kristoffer kisses the top of Ashton's head and sits down next to him.
'Morning. Is this letter for me?' Kristoffer asks. Ashton nods from over his paper, scanning yet another horrible headline.
Dear Mr. Piercebridge,
We, the Starshine Committee, will be hosting a social meeting at The Lightning Business Building about magic and anti-AMI ideas on the 17th of October, 2023, and will be lasting from 8:30 pm to midnight. We would like to invite you to our event and for you to present a few ideas along with our head of anti-AMI protection, Stuart Jackson-Smith. It is not mandatory to show up, but we would appreciate your presence.
Thank you for your time,
Edwina Ashbourne
CEO of Starshine Committee
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