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Harlan Swanson was alone—now that Claire was gone. Still, he would have been satisfied living out his years in peace, even if it meant wondering what might have been. But fate wouldn’t have it. First those books came along, and then that damned inscription. And now, a quest to find out… what? If Claire really loved him? Maybe. But murder, intrigue, and coverups? Not likely. Then again, some people say the truth has a way of catching up with you, no matter how fast you run from it.
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