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Not dead?
Marissa stammered, trying to find the words to express her shock and confusion. How could this be? She had read about Violet’s passing, and yet here she was, standing in front of her. Violet chuckled at Marissa’s bewilderment and invited her inside. The talented artisan who had created the mysterious bag. Although she was now quite old, her eyes still sparkled…
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