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of his car starting drifted through the garage a minute later, then faded away down the driveway.
I looked around the cold, cramped room, my fingers brushing the locket Gordon had left me. A faint draft seeped under the door, carrying the damp smell of gasoline.
I closed my eyes and whispered to myself.
“All right, Cassandra. Start from here. Start from continue reading …
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