Chapter 66 The Ghost Under The Stamp

"Pencil." Marisol is already across the room, rattling through her desk drawer. "Soft lead. A two-B, if I still have one."

"What are you doing?"

"Something I saw in a movie." She comes back with a stub of graphite and kneels at the lamp. "You rub the side of the lead over the page. The ink doesn't t...

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