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“I had some security concerns,” I said. “Come in.”
They entered. Sophie launched herself into Rebecca’s arms. Philip froze as his eyes found the empty space where the Tiffany lamp had stood for decades.
“Eleanor,” he said, his voice carefully controlled, “where is the lamp that was here?”
“Somewhere safe,” I replied, closing the door behind him. “Along continue reading …
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