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But entry was different.
A cold draft kissed the back of her neck. She looked around. The gallery was empty. The other exhibits—a thimble that remembered every stitch, a compass that pointed to lost arguments—sat inert in their cases. avs-museum 100374
A sigh.
Her own pulse hammered in her ears. She turned another page, faster now. But entry was different
