Eva Barrett

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A chilly, damp breeze was blowing into Beauvoir’s room, fluttering the white cotton curtains. It had begun to drizzle and the Chief could hear the muffled tap of rain on leaves, and smell the familiar scent of wood fires from the village homes.
A Trick of the Light (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #7)
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