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Someone named Charles

As Jack peered inside the box, he frowned. “Just papers,” he said, lifting a small stack of yellowed letters and inspecting them globally. Emma leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “What kind of papers?” Jack unfolded one. It appeared to be a handwritten letter of sorts. “It reads like a love letter,” he said, scanning the page quickly. “And everyone is signed by the same name, Charles.”
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