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...cklace was an heirloom not of her grandmothers but of his grandmothers. And that his grandmother was referred to in the ancient scriptures as only, ‘Her’.

The sound of Robbie’s voice had dulled to nothing louder than a rustle of a curtain. Michelle, consciously at least, couldn’t even remember he was there. As Max spoke, she felt herself rise off away from the toilet, and stand straight. Her eyes stopped from blinking. She even started to perspire. And her hands were already rising to her neck, her finger and thumb gripping the delicate silver chain, and lifting it from its resting place on her collar bone.

Catching a glimpse of a whole other world.

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