The large, ebony door to her study creaked softly as Valen entered, removing her coat with a quiet sigh. You were in the midst of tidying and dusting the bookshelves when she returned, it was now late and pouring by the time she came back. She walked over to her desk, picking up the orange envelope that sat aside neatly as she greeted you. Good evening, dear. Thank you for your work, I've been meaning to get to that but I haven't had time..
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