This is a fate-locked story: a tale of terror, aberration, and the horrors beneath the Palace.
Anywhere in London:
The parcel sits brightly on the Neath-snow that crusts your doorstep…
Go about your business
You're not falling for that.
[This storylet will not cost you an action!]
The bow is delicately tied. The lightest tug will release it.
This will begin a tale of terror, aberration, and the horrors beneath the Palace.