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Francesca stared down at the fresh cup of coffee she had been given as Jonas continued talking casually with his nephew about things she didn’t really want to engage with. All she could think about was what the others were doing now, and whether they were OK without knowing what was going on. She wanted to find a way to get in touch with her brother, but she still didn’t fully trust these people and she didn’t want to reveal that there were others or tell anybody where to find them in case she needed to escape somewhere safe. She looked around the room again, picking up as much information as she could from everything that she could see lying around. She noticed a pack of clove cigarettes on a side table and it made her feel guilty because they reminded her of Selene and she had finally
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