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the polished flagstone floors and the wide windows. They let in more light than he’d expected from the dreary November sky. The lavender walls reminded him of an upmarket art gallery in Carlisle.
Images hung in simple rosewood frames—of men working the pits and women weaving on great looms. A fragrant tub of potpourri sat on the reception desk.
She was all smiles, her eyes shining expectantly as if he were an old friend.
Abertha stared at Earp as if he were an exotic exhibit in the zoo.

