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Chapter 22
Chapter 21 I ran into Miss Zenobia's office and slammed the door shut. Then I shut the locks and bolts, one after the other. There were more locks on that door than on a New York apartment. I tried not to dwell on why that might be. The locks were on this side, so this was the safe side. That thought gave me enough comfort. After I slid the last bolt home I spun around to take inventory of the room around me. Fire poker, that was a mundane start. I grasped it in my hand then got back to my frantic search. The truth was, lots of things looked like weapons. There was a glass ball on the mantlepiece that appeared to be filled with small golden disks with razor-sharp edges. Less a fortune teller's crystal ball than a really pretty shrapnel grenade. And as I looked those disks were moving a
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