You. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. I wasn’t. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. “What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled.
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