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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six

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Mona's POV

Vesna's letter came in early spring, and it was the first thing that had made me set down my tea in months.

The paper was plain. Her handwriting had settled into the small careful shape it had taken on years ago. Mona. Would you allow me to come and see you? Not for school business. Not for the councillor. Only for tea. It has been a long time. I understand if you say no. — V. I read it twice. Sophie was sitting across from me at my kitchen table, buttering bread. She saw my face. Sh
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