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A mystery on the rye

Anastasia fled from edward’s side before Sophia became worried and went to her parents. “Good night my love, I love you more than myself.” “And I, my dear love you more than my need for air, do not tell any one of my sudden reappearance for it coud endanger us.” She nodded and ran back into her castle and up to her room. When she got in her room she saw a note on top of her fireplace. If you want to see your father and mother, then you will meet me at the blacksmith’s tomorrow night at nine. Anastasia began to cry again. “Will my nightmare ever end?” She ran to the bell, to call for Sophia. Sophia ran into her mistresses room, “yes ma’am?” “I need you to find out who wrote this.” Sh esaid her voice full of worry and concern. “This is the handwriting of your brother, is it not?” Anastasia stared at it, it indeed was her brother’s handwriting.

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