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The Letter

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning.

Vienna was in her office at the center, reviewing grant applications, when the receptionist knocked on her door. She was holding a white envelope in her hand.

"This came for you," she said. "It was hand delivered."

Vienna took the envelope. Her name was written on the front in careful, elegant script. There was no return address. No stamp. Just her name.

"Who delivered it?" she asked.

"A young man. He said it was from his grandfather. He said his gr
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