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In Liz’s dimly lit room, she and Wyn sit close at the wooden table, the worn notebook open between them, its fragile pages catching the glow of the desk lamp; Wyn leans forward, brows knit in focus as she reads, while Liz sits back, arms folded tightly, eyes restless with worry—behind them, the faint outline of the storage box peeks from the corner, a quiet reminder of the letters that brought them here.
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