” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. And you have stolen my dagger. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered.
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