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As you stroll out to check your mail this one particular morning, a certain envelope catches your eye. It looks aged, slightly yellowed, with each corner featuring a very intricate, hand drawn swirl for accent, reminiscent of wild vines growing amidst a jungle primeval.

There is no return address, only your name and address in the center of the envelope hand written in beautiful calligraphy. You turn the envelope over, revealing a blue wax stamp seal, emblazoned with the letter M; upon breaking the seal you notice a strong scent – very pleasing to the nose, but strong indeed. You open up the letter, and can’t help but read it aloud to yourself while standing next to the street…

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