Chapter 222: The irrational ways of the mind

We went with the letter in the office, where I examined the scroll closer. The wax seal had a butterfly stamped on it—not a signet I could remember anyone having. JJ's eyes didn't shine with recognition at the sight of it, either.

I carefully cut the seal off with a paper knife and unfurled the scroll, taking note of the thick paper that was very unlike anything you could find in most stores. The message was written with ink and writing pen—I could feel the grooves that the sharp point of it left on the paper with my fingers—in immaculate Gothic penmanship.