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[ She might have been worried still but Isis had stopped looking over her shoulder. The last months. Heavens, the last months. There had been so many gifts dropped at her door that she didn’t know what to say or how to reply to them. Her son was with her. Her son. The one she had sheltered, the one she had protected, the one she loved and tried to

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Do you have free time?

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I believe it would be repeating myself if I said you work far too hard. Do let me know? We can plan something, something simple. Familiar.

How are you, my sister?