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... r, holding a towel wrapped in ice, arrived at the spot where Samara had just been, only to find her gone. He looked around—at the slowly flowing moat, the willows planted on both banks—but Samara was nowhere to be seen.
Where did she go? Did she go home by herself? Aaron Faber scratched his head, frowning. So disobedient. Didn’t I tell her to wait for me?
Worried, Aaron Faber took out his phone to call Samara. He had always kept her number; she was the first contact in his list. ...
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