Stacie

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The rising sun glinted off the windows and for the first time Elspeth spotted the bars that adorned the glass panes, thick black wrought-iron ones that covered every window in the house from top to bottom. Fair enough. There was probably a shit-load of expensive old-person crap in there. Can’t have anyone breaking in. Or out.
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