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... e was not in the mood to talk to anyone then. He pulled it out and tossed it far away from him. In the Wendover’s mansion, Angela and the other workers were really at their wits’ end, with Clara’s persistent questions,
"Have you reached my son yet? Is he still not picking up?" Clara asked successively, not even giving Angela time to respond to the first. Clara’s voice was a paper-thin whisper, trembling like dry leaves in the wind, which would have been strange to hear some time past, bu ...
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