Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Eight: What Fenn Finishes

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He called Not wrote — called. Which was itself information, since Fenn called for two categories of things: genuine emergencies and completions. She'd learned to distinguish the quality of his voice in the first second. This was a completion. "I've finished it," he said. "The letter," she said. "Yes." A pause. "The third draft, which became the fourth and then the fifth. I began it on a Tuesday. I finished it on a Thursday." A brief consideration of this. "I don't usually finish on Thursdays. It seemed appropriate." She held the phone. "Can I ask what's in it?" she said. "No," he said. "It's for her." "I know," she said. "I meant generally." "Generally," he said, "it tells her who her grandfather was. The full version. The Hold he ran. The decision he made. The morning he made th

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