To Those Who Would Break Us Down

I haven’t mentioned the second letter have I? I have it here in front of me. I am holding it delicately between thumb and forefinger. I regard it as a work of art rather than a letter it is so beautifully inked. My name written in such elaborate form is pleasing and surprising. To see your own name curled and scored with more love than you could give it yourself is almost spiritually elevating. The letter is lightly perfumed; sandalwood and I can feel that the envelope is so gratifyingly heavy that it could contain a diplomatic document. I can tell you before I even open it that the author of this letter is someone very special to me. This person lives in the Underbelly and shall remain secret, unconnected and a symbol of goodness in this dark town. I know what lies within and the letter remains sealed as it shall until I require its contents. As a counter-measure to the darkness of the Underbelly, what this letter contains is the hope of us all. I must secure this letter at all costs. There can only be one choice of keeper.