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Its corner creased from anxious fingers, carried by one heavy with apprehension. After a tense meeting, the l…

Its corner creased from anxious fingers, carried by one heavy with apprehension. After a tense meeting, the letter slipped unnoticed to the ground, and its bearer left in hasty silence— called away by matters more grave than words.

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