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shipping contracts and saying some names were better left in newspapers.
Back then, Lenora had wanted peace more than details.
Now she hated every minute she had chosen not to know.
Silven looked at the brass key.
“Storage. That’s helpful.”
“Thank God you’re here.”
His eyes lifted.
“Lenora.”
“No. Don’t.”
She stepped back.
“Do not say my name like it solves anything.continue reading …
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