Literature
Suit of Hearts
Chase had been quietly surprised one day to find a neat stack of playing cards on his porch, tied with a black ribbon and not so much as a note to go with it.
He had been even further puzzled, of course, when he could not even find the scent of whomever had left it, the small deck purposefully saturated in some sort of cinnamon-vanilla concoction, and obviously, the fragments of sentences written in red ink on the white spaces of the cards that made no sense whatsoever weren't exactly cluing him in to the meaning or the sender of such a strange gift.
Entering his den, he took a seat in a plush armchair beside a roaring fireplace, deck in hi