Chapter 51 letter from Richard

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The small dining room’s easy morning quiet faded when the heavy timber door from the residential hallway unlatched with a dull click.

Marcus walked into the room, holding a small, tightly rolled-up scrap of parchment that looked slightly damp and wrinkled from the morning valley mist. He looked tired, his broad...

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