~{PETER'S POV}~
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(This is what happened after Deborah died. And note, this is 3 years after)
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"Lord Peter," my spy came into my office on my permission.
"Yes?"
"You have a message," he said and came to my desk before handing me a bloody folded piece of paper.
"What is the meaning of this?" I asked in curiosity and alertness as I took it from him and unfolded it to see what was written inside.
It read;
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Dear Brother,
I have been charged with a strange and severe illness by the physicians and may not live to see tomorrow or even tonight and it is with great difficulty I write to you.
I had chosen to keep quiet over the things happening here but not anymore.
They claim my illness to be contagious and I am not allowed to see anyone and because of this, I have been isolated from everyone.
