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A chill shot through Enola. She stared at the torn journal page. It was Mycroft’s scrawl. “Soon, they’ll be alone, as I am.”
Stephen Dalton
Bill Abbate
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Leadership Writer and Editor in ILLUMINATION, Leadership/Executive Coach, Author www.BillAbbate.com
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