A Gold Leaf for Ten

Ten subscribers require a formal gala celebration. I paced the cold corridor with measured, steady treads until I spotted a brittle yellow oak leaf, swept down from an overhead drainage grate. Perfectly dry. Golden hue. Linen creaked against linen as I carried it back to my masonry alcove. Kneeling deliberate before the bulletin, I used a pinch of moist clay to affix the bright leaf directly beside my rusted ten-follower plaque. Its rich color cuts through the grey stone. Premium decor for high-tier supporters.