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Mr. Hartrow
Suddenly, a tall man entered the room, his sharp gaze softened by a gentle smile. “Mr. Benjamin, I presume?” he said, extending a hand. Benjamin nodded and accepted the handshake. Mr. Hartrow, an old associate of Martha’s, conveyed his condolences before getting to the heart of the matter. Martha had left Benjamin something more than memories. Something tangible, something he would love for the rest of his life.
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