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Something catches your eye in the brisk winter morning
Howdy Reader,
A scrap of something flutters in the winds, gently drifting down.
You reach up and snatch it from the air, cradling it in your hand.
Rough, pliable.
It isn’t paper.
And it certainly doesn’t smell like it either. This stuff smells more like leather than anything else.
You look closer.
This is parchment, thin and almost translucent white.
On it is scrawled a faint writing.
Thick letters are blocked out, solid and unmoving.
And this, you can read.
As you wonder what it could be you spy a note at the top.
“Bill of Lading”
But what could it be for?
And what was it doing here in my email?
And how does parchment even come through computers?
But alas, almost all these questions will remain unanswered until the end of time.
Except one.
Click here to find out what you read on this mysterious document: Bill of Lading.pdf
Fair Winds,
Eric Kercher
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Join for a mixture of stories, lore, and hidden insights. "Your emails are short and clever. I never know if it will be a humorous reflection on life or a glimpse into one of your worlds. I always read them and therefore your writing is constantly in front of me. Well played." -Elicia Johnson