I hesitate only for a moment before knocking, a swift rap of triplets.
“Enter,” a voice calls from within. I oblige. Inside, a woman sits at a low table with stacks of letters piled around her. In one hand, she holds a letter, and in the other, a sword.
I pause mid-step, and she grins up at me. “What on earth are you doing?” Impossibly, her grin widens.
“Opening letters.” She repl...