The Mystery of The Ghost Writer and Wheat- Part 9

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Tara headed to her daughter’s room, the glass of water still clutched firmly in her hands. Questions whirled in her mind- Jennifer, the hotel room, the eye of Horus... She looked down at her daughter, blissfully asleep beneath the crisp white sheets

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