You can tell the Sun, in his jealous sky...When we walked in fields of gold
Just before dusk, a man comes into the Galerie bearing several parcels. He walks in and shakes off the cold, looking around briefly. Smiling, he walks up to the front desk and speaks in a thick french accent...
"Bonsoir, j'ai un paquet pour Mlle Miranda Montreve. Veuillez voir qu'elle les reçoit. Ils ont été déjà signés et payés."
((Trans: Good evening, I have a package for Miss Miranda Montreve. Please see that she receives them. They have already been signed and paid for.))
He sets down a small box wrapped in brown parchment paper with a string around it. Attached to his back is a travel cylinder for a print of some kind. He leaves both of these and smiles with a wave, simply saying "Ayez bonsoir." He digs into his peacoat and pulls out a single rose and leaves it on top of the parcels. Outside the Galerie, he lights a cigarette and tucks his hands in his pockets...
((assuming she opens them))
the small box, once unwrapped is a simple shipping box. Within that, however, is a large ammount of packing foam. Hidden beneath the protective layer, she will find a Whittaker "Micro 16" 16mm Camera.
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