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AS I LEFT MY IN-LAWS’ HOUSE WITH NOTHING, MY FATHER-IN-LAW HANDED ME A TRASH BAG AND SAID, “THROW THIS OUT ON YOUR WAY.” BUT WHEN I OPENED IT AT THE GATE… MY HANDS BEGAN TO TREMBLE

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inventory of the property itself. Small house. Detached workshop. Some equipment included. Condition worn but structurally sound.

Not perfect.

But real.

And hers, if Walter’s letter meant what it clearly meant.

A small metallic object slipped from the fold of the documents and landed in her lap. Olivia looked down.

A key.

It was old-fashioned, brass, slightly continue reading …

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