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The Man-at-Arms
“Here.” Michael handed me his letters for Hana. They were five in total, and I hid all to the pocket I sewn on the back of my winter cloak. It was purposely for their letters.
“Are you writing for her every day?”
“I just want her to know that I am still here.”
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