It's a Tuesday evening when I get home from work and pull the mail out of the letter box. As well as my electricity and gas bills and some junk mail, there's a small envelope. I throw it down on the table with everything else and forget about it. My name's written in scrawl, and I wonder what it could possibly be. Even when I'm making my steak-and-salad sandwich, I tell myself to go into the lounge room soon to open it. Constantly, I forget.
It's fairly late when I finally get around to it.
I feel it.
Feel something.
There's something flowing between my fingers and I hold the envelope in my hands and begin tearing it open. The night's a cool one, typical of spring.
I shiver
I see my reflection in the TV screen and in the photo of my family.
The Doorman snores.
The breeze outside steps closer.
The fridge buzzes.
For a moment, it feels like everything stops and I reach in and pull out an old playing card.
It's the Ace of Diamonds.
This is the first card in the series of cards that Ed, the main character, will receive. He will need to figure out what he is supposed to do to solve the mystery of the cards and why he was chosen to receive them.
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