“Maybe it was blown here by the wind,” Milo said with a smile.
“Do y’all remember?” A lumberjack said in a low voice, “The storyteller in town once told a story about these white paper cranes. He said that a very mysterious organization likes to use paper cranes to relay information. Milo, is there anything written on it?”
Milo tightened his fist and said with a smile, “There’s nothing on it. That storyteller must have made that story up. Why would anyone use paper cranes to relay information?”
“That’s true.” Everyone heard what Milo said and did not question him any further.
But Milo was actually startled to hear that. He had a feeling that the “mysterious organization” might just turn out to be real.
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