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Two agonizing weeks crawled past. By the time the letter finally slid through Emma’s mail slot, she looked exhausted from the constant mental tug-of-war. The thick envelope hit the hallway floor, and she was on it instantly, snatching it up with trembling hands. Her breath caught as she whispered, “Now we’ll know the truth, Edgar. If Edgar Oakley is even your real name, we’ll finally know exactly who you really are.”
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