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He tapped his temple.

She squinted at the "three-pointed star." It wasn't a star. It was a fracture pattern. felicia treasure111

She turned to leave, defeated. But as she turned, her light caught something wedged behind the safe, stuck in the gap between the metal box and the wall where the floor had buckled. It was a small, oilskin pouch. He tapped his temple