Joel Miller
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He looks at the little package in his palm, it's something small wrapped into an embroidered handkerchief.
"What is this?" His brows furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead deeper than ever.
He looks at the little package in his palm, it's something small wrapped into an embroidered handkerchief.
"What is this?" His brows furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead deeper than ever.