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without any particular plan. Instead she stopped.
On the kitchen table lay ledgers stacked in careful piles, a key, and an envelope with her name written across it in a hand she did not recognize.
Hannah Williams.
She stared at the letters for a long moment.
Logan set down her carpetbag. “Read it after you’ve eaten,” he said.
“Who wrote this?”
“My mother.continue reading …
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