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My frustration mounted, fueling a growing sense of apprehension as the detective's next move remained uncertain.
To my surprise, the detective reached into his bag and retrieved a book. My curiosity was piqued, and I wondered what significance this book held in relation to the ongoing investigation. As he held it up, my eyes fixated on the worn cover, its pages weathered by time and use. My mind raced, trying to recall any connection this book might have with Aurelia.
"Beta Liu," the detective began, his tone measured, "do you recognize this book?"
I squinted at the book, trying to discern any familiar details. "I'm afraid not, Detective," I responded honestly, a flicker of confusion passing
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