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In her hands was a small wooden box.
And when she spoke, her voice trembled.
“Clara Hartwell? My mother told me to find you if Richard ever came back.”
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In her hands was a small wooden box.
And when she spoke, her voice trembled.
“Clara Hartwell? My mother told me to find you if Richard ever came back.”
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