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Deep within her, she knew that this mission would mean her death. It was not quite how she had seen it in her nightmares. Who had ordered to kill her was not who she had expected to. 

Betrayed. That was the right word for it. She had been betrayed by someone she trusted. 

The inn seemed busier than usual as we entered that night.  Huddles of people in stood around the edges of the room, speaking in hushed tones.  These were not the usual clientele.

The letter is written in neat handwriting. Some of the full stops are smudged, as if the writer had paused to think and never removed the pen from the spot, messing the drying ink in the process. This seems to be the eighth of a series of letters to Rohan.

My dearest,

This letter is written in neat handwriting, even though the rows are never evenly distributed along the piece of paper. There is an ink stain between the second and third paragraphs. It seems to be the seventh in a series of letters.