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The next day, I received Aiden's fourth letter.
This time, it wasn't mailed. Someone delivered it to the gallery in person.
It was Marcus.
"Chloe," he said, standing at the entrance to the gallery. He looked much older than he had a few months ago. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
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