Senior Executioner Crocken understood that it was for him, although nothing was written on the exterior of the envelope. The mere fact that it was here on his desk was self-evident proof.

The Reaper often communicated this way. Mask to mask meetings they reserved for only the most important matters.

Crocken leaned his axe against the side of the desk and sat down. His chair creaked comfortably.

He too...