I can't drive through the trees anymore, because they are becoming too dense. I stop the car, and jump out, almost knocking into a boulder.
The ground is wet, so I'm slipping a lot as I run. The trees keep getting denser and denser, like their closing in on me.
I enter a clearing and see I peice of paper flapping in the wind, on a boulder. I run to it and see a similar crest on the front.
I flip it over and read in a hurry.
If आप want your family, Mrs. Black, then you'll have to follow our exact orders. First, come to Volterra on the first of March. I think that द्वारा now आप know who we are....
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