It appears the letter I wrote you last week was lost in the mail. My apologies as this seems to have created a great deal of needless confusion as regards your role in the story.
Be reassured – Dorothy, our beloved muse, paid me a visit during my commute this morning and everything has been cleared up. Unknowingly harboring an assassin in your brain makes you very interesting indeed, and you are in absolutely no danger whatsoever.
Well, no danger of being cut from the story.
Your own personal danger is, I’m afraid, another issue entirely and vastly greater that it was when you were boring.
Sorry ‘bout that,
-WL
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