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... ed’s desk had been folded once and sealed with simple wax that held no family crest. She’d read it twice already this morning, working through its non-specific meanings easily enough. But she was here after dinner again, feeling just a bit lonely with her husband gone away to the Exclave... so her fingers traced the edge of the paper with some melancholy before picking it up one more time as if something was missed between the lines.
/ Yatrel,
We hope this letter finds you well. ...
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