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... need the original notes; we only require their content. The original will still belong to you personally as a precious relic of General Antoine-Laurent."

"I need to think it over," Sofia shook her head, unable to make a decision.

"Miss Sofia, this is just a proposal, and you can consider it yourself," said Antonio softly. "However, our previous promise still stands; as long as you can provide documentation proving your identity, the original notes can be returned to you. Winters ...

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