ECHOES OF DECEPTION
The envelope was simple, lacking a return address, the paper a bit tattered as if it had changed hands too often.
An unusual feeling of disquiet took hold in my belly.
I gently opened it, removing the letter contained within. As I opened it, I gasped.
There, in clear, nearly unrecognizable handwriting, were only a handful of words:
You are not aware of the complete truth. Join me at midnight. Come alone.
Alexander snatched the letter from my hand, his demeanour shifting to a grim one as he read it. "Not."
I downed it. "It might be a person attempting to alert us." I tried to convince him.
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