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With no exchange of words, Harlan departed with a stern countenance.

Only he understood that their conversation had shattered his composure.

He hadn’t initially believed the accounts of Mavis and Holden.

However, the servants’ dialogue prompted a change in perspective. He now entertained the notion that Mavis hadn’t betrayed Marcus’ predicament to the gangsters.

In the chilly night’s embrace, Harlan ascended a mountain peak.

Leaning against his car door, he absorbed the piercing cold in silence.

Involuntarily, his thoughts wandered to the anguish Mavis must have endured during her punishment, and he pondered her current whereabouts and circumstances.

withdrew an object

had tumbled onto his bed in the wake

about the day when Mavis had seated herself upon his somber bed. Raising the edge of her dress, she exposed her leg, entreating him to fasten the red anklet around her ankle. Cheeks aflame, she had pledged herself to him, professing that he would be her

his eyes shut, conjuring an image of himself securing the anklet around her

opened his eyes, only the mountain’s peak

Angela’s Library

sensed an intangible red anklet enveloping his

gathered the documents she needed and was on her way to the

forehead. Is my

Saturday. Naturally, Marcus opposed, thinking she merely wanted

and didn’t work on weekends, he wouldn’t let her

warm. Stay home and rest,”