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old porcelain.
She closed the door firmly, checked the hallway through the window once, then turned to face me.
Her hands shook.
“I need to show you something.”
Her voice trembled.
“What I’m about to do could cost me my job, but I can’t let this happen.”
I straightened on the table, paper rustling.
“Show me.”
She pulled out her phone with fingers that couldn’t continue reading …
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