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The Inheritance

作者: Mimi
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 17:42:11

The cabin was quiet.

I sat by the fire. The letters were spread out on the table in front of me. Anna's words. Anna's love. Anna's legacy.

Rex walked to me. Sat beside me.

"What are you reading?"

I held up a letter. "The last one. About the inheritance."

He took it from me. Read it.

My dearest Mira,

If you are reading this, you have everything. The letters. The evidence. The truth.

But there is one more thing. The inheritance.

I left you something. In the bank. In the safe deposit box. The key
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