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A Name Spoken

The stranger took a step back, his expression guarded. “Who are you?” he demanded. Emma hesitated, then steadied herself. “Emma Whitmore.” The man’s face paled. His fingers twitched near the cloth-wrapped object. Silence stretched. “Whitmore?” he echoed, almost to himself. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t be here.”
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