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Professor David Bedwen stared at the letter a cab driver brought him, insisting on giving it to him directly. It was made of a piece of paper, folded inwards and on the sides, so it wouldn't open, even without a seal. No envelope.
"Who gave it to you?" he asked the cab driver.
"A girl. Dark mage, she was. Gave me a crown and told me to bring it straight to you. Told me you'd give me another crown if I gave it to you." The cab driver said, nervously crumpling his bowler hat.
"A crown, she said? I'll give you two. But don't mention you brought me the letter. Unless they specifically ask you, that is." He said, taking the bills out of the box in his desk drawer.
"Thank you, sir. My lips are sealed, sir," the cab driver muttered, quickly leaving the building.
He wasn't going to tell a
