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Correspondence Part 2
If Maevis didn’t know Serendipity as well as she did, she might’ve allowed herself to become offended at the dismissive statement. But she knew better than to let Serendipity’s poor manners insult her. The possibility of pressing on anyway crossed her mind, and Maevis opened her mouth to ask another question, but then he closed it abruptly when she realized that Serendipity was done with the conversation before it even began. Giving up, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders, picked up the basket she had brought with her off of the table, and turned to the door. As she pulled it open, she said, “You should have told me.” There was no answer. “Be careful,” she added as she stepped out, pulling the door to behind her.
As she made her way down off of the rickety front steps, she noticed the same footprints in the mud outside. How had she missed them before? There were two matching sets. One that distinctly led up to t
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