Blue Ceramic Bottle on the Kitchen Counter Changed Her Family Forever

gaze to Thomas, but the mill owner merely sighed and pocketed his handkerchief, turning back to the window.

Marcus went to the main office at four o’clock, the afternoon shift change bringing a rush of cold air through the warehouse doors.

He waited by the heavy oak counter while Thomas Ridley sorted through a stack of yellow shipping manifests.

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