A salon invitation arrived. For a gathering that's meant to call the faceless, the spot with my name written on it was oddly precise.

• Bianca TronThe doorkeeper doesn't read names. He reads cuffs and jawlines, young lord.
  Niccolò LoredanSo I have had the jawline refitted. The cuffs are not finished yet, so I will be caught at the door at least once.
• Ugo SalvagoWhen the name on an invitation sits that exact, it is not an invitation, it is a summons. Even a dim-eyed old man knows that much.
  Niccolò LoredanGoing anyway, knowing that, this city calls it manners.