CHAPTER 69: A Hangover, a Handwritten Note, and Unanswered Questions

I noticed the note only after I’d circled the table twice like a confused raccoon inspecting a suspiciously generous offering. It was tucked neatly beside the glass of lemon water, folded once, understated, and absolutely not something I owned. I picked it up slowly, like it might bite me, and ...

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