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Chapter 295 The Shoe Print

مؤلف: R.J. Sterling
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Ivo does not touch the shoe.

He kneels beside it instead.

The platform is wet enough to reflect the red station lights. The shoe lies in that reflection like a small black boat that has run aground.

"Sela wore this kind," he says.

"Kind is not proof," Mara answers.

"It has the split seam."

He points to the heel.

The rubber is cut across one corner, not broken. A repair made with a hot blade. The edge has been melted smooth.

Sarah watches

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