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... luminated the freshly cut lilies on the windowsill, the edges of their white petals shimmering with a faint, mother-of-pearl-like glow. Then, the halo of light flowed slowly, washing over the mahogany desk, over the tablet that had just finished playing the video, and finally, came to rest on my hands, which were folded in my lap.
My fingertips still tingled with the memory of the brutal force from last night’s surveillance footage—of Richard grabbing Martha’s hair. It wasn’t a real touc ...
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