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Jul 2012
The sky was as gray and bleak as ever and, as usual, it looked as though it was promising a rain.

His navy trench coat only made him look taller and enhanced his pale skin and prominent cheek bones.

He gazed down at the Thames and upturned his collar before walking away with his hands in his pockets, giving a little smirk as he thought about his earlier discovery at the lodge…
Summer Novak
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