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"Has Camilla gone to the old house to see that old fool?"
"The drug..."
Margaret sat on the bed, her arm wrapped in bandages, her face pale and her gaze unfocused.
She looked utterly disheveled, a shadow of worry flickering across her weary expression.
"Will Camilla figure it out?"
Just the thought of that woman sent a chill down her spine, an instinctive wariness she couldn’t shake.
"Relax, I’ve already double-checked.
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