"Enough. He signed the last paper and was about to get up, when his gaze, tired and blurry, fell on something unlikely. If he had a heart he could have heard its beating in his temples. He had to bring the paper close to his nose to be sure it wasn't a blunder due to his exhaustion. It was a barren paper, a paper about VIII's return to the Castle, no report attached, not a line written by his hand. Nothing at all. He's back." This story was originally pubblished in italian on EFP, than traslated in english on A03 by Sacredmoonrising