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Three sharp, urgent bangs on our apartment door startled me from my reading and Hanna from his sleep. I took a moment to look at him, still exhausted and mostly asleep, but dragged into awareness. When no one addresses the banging after a few seconds, it returns twice loud and frantic.

I'm not quite sure who I expected to be at our door two hours before the sun rose, but I have to admit, Miss Anne-Marie, in only a nightgown and a robe, barefoot, and holding out a paper crane, was quite far from the top of the list.

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