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Dear Aunt Maisey,

Last week Armande wandered into the salon carrying a silver nugget in his palm.  He was possessed with a horrid pallor.. it reminded me of how he looked after spending that fortnight with his brother at the rectory.  He was convinced more silver was to be found if only he could keep digging in the cellar.  I warned him of the Bumbleson's whose search for riches beneath their own estate led to quite a scandal.  Seems everyone has a cursed temple under their homes these days.

Well, I said to march right back down to the cellar and bury that infernal hunk of metal right where he found it.  "

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It took some violent shaking, spitting, and several roundhouse kicks to his face before he seemed to awaken from his stupor.  I'm taking a holiday out in the country just to recover from it.

I can hardly wait to summer with you again at the seashore, and enclosed are some biscuits for your precious little pooches!

Your devoted niece, 

Clara"


