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The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

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in front of her. She was adding a column of numbers, her pencil stub making a dry scratching sound on the paper.

Ivy reached down to pick up her kneaded eraser and saw an envelope resting in the wastebasket beside the desk. The return address was printed in blue ink: Arthur Vance, Attorney at Law, Toledo.

“Did my father write to you?” Ivy asked.

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