Excerpt

The Bolivia Mystery
Kaira brushed the unruly strands of her strawberry hair back behind her ear before putting both hands back on the table. She leaned heavily over the maps and ancient pieces of text spread out over the thick oak desk. Her coffee cup sat in the upper corner, leaving rings on the edges of the papers and at different points in the cup where the remaining contents rested for hours at a time.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Fiction
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By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Fiction
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By Leah Suzanne Dewey4 months ago in Fiction
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