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| Boudicca's |
We looked at the letter, a small candle leading our doubts.
"He disappeared such a long time ago," my friend said.
I nodded and reread the letter.
"Maybe this is an old letter, written a long time ago," she insisted.
I nodded, my brain going over every detail. I knew he hadn't written the letter.
"Did you tell anyone?" she asked in a whisper.
I shook my head.
"Then I shall clear our names," she barked.
"Our names?" I asked, a grin on my face. "You mean... your name."
We had buried him that night.
But I wrote the letter.
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