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Murder on the Ile Sordou

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by M. L. Longworth


  “Wowsa,” Sylvie whispered, treading water.

  “Yolaine, if you go in by the ladder,” Cat-Cat called out, “you won’t get your hair wet.”

  Yolaine Poux didn’t respond but stood at the dock’s edge, standing still and straight. And with one quick movement she put her head down and dove in.

 

 

 


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