THE MURDER THAT TOOK PLACE LAST NIGHT

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wrapped in butcher paper

address. No postage stamps. It hadn't been mailed-it had been

d ledger, old and slightly water-damaged. Its corners were frayed, the

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idity or tears. It was a list-columns of names, dates, and locations. Some had initials. Some were cross

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ons across Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Eastern Europe. Patterns formed quickly: politi

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omething dangerous-she had been neck-deep in it. The ledger didn't just document deaths. It was

did Juliana come to possess this? And

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olding our history. Be ca

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ed ledger still

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: would it protect h