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Ruth opened the door, sharp-eyed and polite. “You must be the new McCarthy,” she said. Julia introduced herself, then hesitantly held up the jar. “I found this buried in the yard,” she said. Ruth took it carefully, turned it in her hands, and narrowed her eyes. “This looks like something Tom used to do,” she said quietly. “He lived in your place a long time ago.”
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