Chapter 337 Old Paper and Cold Tea - Amelia's POV

The journal smelled like old paper and cold tea, which was fitting, because Sylvia had drunk a lot of both.

We’d been at it for an hour. Aleksandr had pulled it out of the safe, set it down between us on the desk like it might go off, and we’d started at the back and worked forward. A headache start...

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