The Epistles

May I come in? the thin voice asked, barely perceptible through the darkness.

Hackslayer looked up from the piles of papers on her desk and squinted. "We're closed," she said gruffly. "If you're an Eragon fan, and you're here to argue..."

I'm not, the stranger said quickly. There was a shuffling sound. Hackslayer squinted some more and saw the rim of a hat and the ruffled edges of a brown cloak. It was faceless. She made no sound as the stranger placed a folder on her desk, marked "Confidential."

"What's this?" Hackslayer finally asked.

Make sure you tell no one I was here, the stranger said. They cannot know...

"If it's the fanboys you fear, don't worry. We have rabies jabs in the back."

It's not that. I'm--

"Afraid of a little pain?"

No. I'm a hemophiliac.

Hackslayer blinked. The stranger gave a cough of embarassment and then walked back to the door. Remember, it said. Tell no one. The door closed, the bells on the frame jingling behind it. Hackslayer shrugged and returned to her work, confident that she had found a new ally in this stranger they now only called

The Epistler.

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Read the Seventh Epistle

Read the Eighth Epistle