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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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my blood results two weeks ago, before Clara even saw them.”

Sarah read down to the bottom of the page, her nervousness returning as her fingers went back to her silver necklace, twisting it tight. “This user code at the bottom. It is the administrative desk login.”

“Who was at the desk that Tuesday afternoon?” I asked.

“Chloe,” Sarah whispered, her voice continue reading …

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