This letter is addressed to:

The main Postal Office, Drilelme, Anchor Street, Located on The Eastern Continent.

For: Postmaster General: ‘A path rarely walked, dappled in the summer sun. Green and still’

(Shortname: Postmaster General, Summersun.)

If you are not the intended recipient of this letter, please send it on.

Postmaster General Summersun.

First of all, congratulations on your recent promotion! You have always done good work, and I am glad to see it recognised.

Secondly, your courier may be late by at least an hour and twenty-three minutes.

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

Please work this delay into your schedule from now on. Maintenance procedures have been necessarily adjusted at the port of Vocil and our biennial drop is now earmarked as one hour, rather than the 15 minutes previously allotted.

This added time cannot be avoided and will be a permanent fixture on the schedule from now on. Extra time may also be allocated to the ports of Chita and Ri’kon, but for now, further investigation is needed. Updates will be sent out as required.

From your friend and colleague, Postmaster Wavebreeze, (‘The Waves Shimmer in the Cool Breeze’) in the city of Vocil.

P.S. At least you’ll get an extra hour in bed from now on!

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Postmaster General Summersun frowned at the letter in her hands. It had arrived along with a travelling merchant vessel, and it was at least two months late.

She had noticed that ‘Crests the Skies on Wings of Knowledge’ was extra shiny the last time she’d seen him, and a thought came to mind: were they taking an hour out of the schedule to polish him?

She stopped and thought about this for a moment, and then, folding up the letter, decided she didn’t care. Being able to get up at 5 am instead of 4 was more than worth it. A free hour of sleep, score!