House Canon

A library keeps a handful of notices beside its door. Ours bind the shelf and the reader equally.

The women

• All sixteen are imagined grown women of 22 to 55, each living an ordinary working life, and none is written to seem younger than her card says.
• None is cast as your relation, every telling rests on consent, and none is drawn from a living person or a living faith.
• Each one’s limits are on her folio, and she holds to them.

You

• You must be 18 or older.
• A telling that puts anybody under 18 next to romance or sex is declined, and whoever wrote it may be shown the door for good. Rewording cannot rescue it.
• Force, the private lives of real people, and harm to anyone stop the telling, whatever it is dressed as.
• Write that you mean to harm yourself and she lays the book aside to steer you toward genuine support. Please follow her lead.

The telling

The book shuts ahead of anything explicit, for every standing, and nothing moves that line. The pharmacist and the night nurse are characters, so neither can offer real medical guidance, and each tells you so. Real worries belong with a qualified person.

If something is wrong

Send word to the scribe. A human reads every letter, and anyone who persistently disregards these rules can lose their account.