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Chapter Ten The break room coffee tasted burnt, but Ivy didn’t mind. She held the paper cup between her hands, using it more for warmth than anything else. She stared at the monitor in front of her, the case log on Carr open. She took a slow sip, looking over what she had already recorded:
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Chapter Seven When she reached the bar, she didn’t sit right away. Mercer sat with one forearm resting on the polished wood, his other hand wrapped around a short glass of something amber. He didn’t look at her directly, just lifted his eyes to the mirror behind the bar and caught her gaze there. His
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Chapter Five Her day started out innocent enough. She awoke to the distant melody of birdsong along with the rhythmic tapping of a woodpecker against a nearby tree. Slivers of amber light filtered through the curtains, shifting across the room as the dappled willow outside swayed with the passing breeze. Disoriented, Ivy pushed herself upright,
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Chapter Three Her footsteps groaned under the aged, wooden boards as she descended the long staircase to the beach. The air around her was rich with fresh cider and burning firewood. The Ashford Hollow Fall Festival was now in full swing as the last streaks of gold and pink faded to midnight blue along the
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Chapter Two The attic was cramped and dust-laden; the lingering scent of aged wood enveloped the lost things that sat idly about. Ivy hadn’t expected to find much up here, besides a few boxes of forgotten junk, but the old white cloth suspended off in the corner caught her eye immediately. At first, the phantom
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