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... were cold.
Every object was placed with purpose. Not a scroll out of line, not a loose book. His writing desk faced east, always positioned for sunrise. Two paintings hung above the mantle one of a wolf with eyes like polished stone, the other a faceless child standing before a gate.
Magnolia ignored them.
She crossed to the bookshelf.
Fourth shelf, third book from the right.
That was what Beckett’s note had said.
She pulled the volume.
It ...
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