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*Meg's been shuttling between the Threshold and the House of Arch, mostly, for the past few days, with occasional stops to check about her lost coffee mug; it's only this morning that she's stopped by the bar long enough to receive a letter.
An executive decision: Family politics might make it awkward to read in the Threshold, and the main bar is a little less private than might be hoped.
A half hour passes; and now Meg is sitting at the chair behind Andrew's desk, frowning down at the letter open in front of her and twisting a pendant between her fingers.*
An executive decision: Family politics might make it awkward to read in the Threshold, and the main bar is a little less private than might be hoped.
A half hour passes; and now Meg is sitting at the chair behind Andrew's desk, frowning down at the letter open in front of her and twisting a pendant between her fingers.*