"I've left your mail at the door."
"Don't worry, it's not cash on delivery."
After repeating himself, the mailman left straight away, his tone full of jest.
Kandater listened to the retreating footsteps, and his Talent once again informed him that this was real.
It was precisely because of this that he was puzzled.
What was before him was real.
Then, what about before?
Full of doubts, Kandater opened the door, finding a thick large envelope on the ground outside.
He picked up the envelope and secured the door behind him.
On the envelope was the name Billy Publishing House and his own name, Kandater.
The contents of the envelope were divided into two parts, one was an apologetic letter, and the other was the manuscript.
Dear Mr. Kandater,
We regret to inform you that your manuscript did not meet our publishing standards.
Editor-in-Chief: Lunsen
DY20.3.15
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After reading the letter, Kandater picked up the manuscript.
He began to browse through it.