A torrent of thoughts ran through her mind as she stood in her kitchen, eyes locked on the obstruction in her doorway.

It was a Gift from the Great Hand. A giant piece of paper from the Great Hand. A giant piece of paper that had fallen into her back garden that had a lot of numbers and the letters A S I V on it. This was as much as Button could remember reading when folding the thing up. Unfortunately, now she couldn’t easily open it again to take another look as it was very firmly. . .

A torrent of thoughts ran through her mind as she stood in her kitchen, eyes locked on the obstruction in her doorway.

It was a Gift from the Great Hand. A giant piece of paper from the Great Hand. A giant piece of paper that had fallen into her back garden that had a lot of numbers and the letters A S I V on it. This was as much as Button could remember reading when folding the thing up. Unfortunately, now she couldn’t easily open it again to take another look as it was very firmly. . .

Nights in the palace are so different from the days. Days are filled with the bustle of anonymous servants, but nights are dominated by the closest of friends and family.

As I arrive at the House of Service, the mask is just starting to peel away. I smile and wink and scrunch up my face to feel all the different ways the glue can pull. It’s not the most adult thing I’ve ever done, but it is mesmerizing. I hardly notice the crowd lined up to return their masks.

I walk past the dirty. . .