Suzette Paxman stood in the captain’s quarters of the yacht club, surrounded by dusty filing cabinets, creepy maritime artwork, and a big desk where a Very Important Person would sit and do Very Important Things.
The room smelled musty, like old paper, neglect, and forgotten dreams, but she didn’t mind. She’d always felt more comfortable around old thing…
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