"What letters?" Dunbar wheezed as he shuffled his immense ursine bulk past a stack of precariously piled manuscripts and a slightly singed crate marked 'Caution: Explosives' in three languages.
"These aren't just any old letters my friend--"
"You're paying me a Thousand Marks. You have...
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