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said, “not until he had a reason to use them.”

The mayor’s office on the second floor of the town hall smelled of lemon polish and old carpet.

Arthur rose from his leather chair with his hands spread wide, his smile broad and bright.

“Clara, my dear, come in, come in,” he said, his voice booming off the high wood paneling. “It is always continue reading …