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... upposed to talk to Jenny about franchising her crisps, there was a knock at the door.
Marron sleepily walked toward the sound and stepped on a letter. Someone had slipped it under her door.
This was a simple envelope, cream-colored paper and sealed with plain red wax.
"Not an official Guild missive," she murmured.
There were no identifying marks, except her name, written in elegant script. There were a few ink blotches on the corner, like the writer had been in a ...
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