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He figured she’d meant to come back for it. He leaned down to zip it closed—and that’s when he saw it. Tucked into the side pocket, half-buried under a scarf, was a small leather pouch. Curious, he pulled it out. It wasn’t locked. Just snapped shut. Inside, he found photographs, all neatly labeled in Marlene’s careful handwriting.
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