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... ued her search in the storeroom on the east side.
She searched high and low and still couldn’t find it. It only caused her back to ache from the effort.
Jasmine Yale straightened her body, stretched her arms, her gaze sweeping all over the cluttered room.
If she couldn’t find it, she was ready to give up.
After all, once Sylvan Cheney had taken that thing, it was either discarded in the storeroom or thrown away.
The beam from her flashlight fell on the gro ...
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