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FREYA’S POV
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Restless and consumed by the urgency of my quest, I found myself unable to surrender to sleep. The night stretched on, with my thoughts swirling in a tumultuous dance. In the depths of the darkness, an idea took hold, urging me to revisit the letter Marshall had sent me. It beckoned me with a strange magnetism, as if the answers I sought lay hidden within its ink-stained pages.
Driven by an insatiable curiosity, I made my way to the secure locker where I had safeguarded the note. As I retrieved it, I couldn't help but marvel at the peculiar attachment I felt towards this seemingly innocuous piece of paper. It held significance beyond its tangible presence—a connection to Marshall, a fragment of our intricate web of desire.
