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the sharp, tall V just as I had written them for fifty years.

“I did not sign this, Raymond,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I have never seen this paper.”

“The document is dated three weeks ago,” Raymond said, watching me closely. “It was filed with the registry office by a local courier.”

“But I would remember signing a listing continue reading …