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I said softly and Rune bit his lip telling me he would take note of that. I rolled my eyes and set the table. There was another knock at the door and I eyed Rune. He asked me to watch the pancakes in the pan as he headed toward the front door. I flipped them and peeked out the kitchen door to see Rune standing there holding several letters. He had opened up one and was reading it. His brow had furrowed and I bit my lip and went back to take the finished pancakes out of the pan and added four more. Rune walked back into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and handed me the letter. It was gold script lettering on ink black paper. "What is it?" I asked before reading it.

As the ashes on the floor began to rearrange themselves, Ryan, Beck, and Josh watched in awe and disbelief. The letters formed a font that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if imbued with ancient magic. The letters were sharp and angular, with intricate curves and loops that seemed to flow like a river of silver. Each character was etched in a delicate script, with lines so thin they were almost imperceptible. The font seemed to be alive, pulsing with an energy that emanated from the very heart of the script.

And there was no way I was going to ask him right away. I looked at the letter again, and sighed loudly. I couldn't possibly wait for Logan to read this letter. What's more, I've been very curious about the contents of this letter since before. And I didn't have much choice about opening this letter now. I opened the folds of the letter, feeling a little tense. After opening the folds of the letter, I felt that the tension inside me was just starting to release now. Very carefully, I began to read the contents of the letter Vienna had written to Alex.

she said. “Can I see the letters?” I asked. She nodded her head while standing up, then went to the table and carried a small box. She came back and gave it to me, and I collected it. I opened it and brought out all the letters. “This is the first letter,” Maven said, giving it to me. It was dated, and his handwriting was neat.

Her chest felt heavy, she felt like she couldn't breath, like she couldn't even move as she stood there with tears pooling in her eyes, looking at Leo standing by her open locker with a piece of paper in her hands. "What are you-" the words left her mouth in a whisper, in a breath. She shook her head frantically, in absolute disbelief of the sight in front of her. There was Leo, standing there frozen with his mouth left agape as he gripped onto the letter in his hands. The letter that he wasn't supposed to see. The letter he wasn't suppose to know about. The letter he had no right to read. And just standing there, Annie's heart broke along with any trust she ever held.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She opened to the first entry. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" She began.

I am writing this letter so I can inform you that I’ll be waiting inside with the teacher. Ps: Tell your family that I wish them a cheerful holiday. Best regards, August, I finished reading the letter and examined the circled and capitalized words. I was able to understand the cryptic letter since Raverine had studied its structure and codes already. The “May” was intentionally capitalized but that doesn’t mean that the letter was written in May. Rather…

The faint scent of it mingled with the metallic tang of adrenaline in his mouth. Alexander slid a letter opener from the drawer, fingers tightening around the handle. He made one clean incision along the flap, careful not to tear the contents. Inside was a single sheet of paper, crisp, typed in a sharp, professional font. No signature. No name. Just words meant to strip away control:

But of course, how else was I supposed to know if I didn't open it? I tore the letter open, and a white paper wrapped and tied with a blue silk ribbon sat inside the mail. Clean. Untouched. LEA was boldly written with their symbol at the side [an eagle stretched out, ready to fly]. No way. I whispered in my head. I hit my face twice to make sure it wasn't one of my numerous dreams. But the letter still lay cold in my hands; my fingers tightened around it, and I did the only thing I could.

“Well come on now, open it!” I slid my fingers carefully under the lip of the envelope, careful not to pop off the wax seal, and opened it up, pulling the carefully folded letter out from inside. I unraveled the note, and on the parchment was a handwritten letter, scrawled in the most beautiful calligraphy.