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Caterina.
There it was... the damn pouch I had been looking for. For three whole days now. It lay on the table like a corpse.
I could barely breathe.
I hadn't even noticed Maria step out of the room, hadn't heard the heavy door click shut. Had she known about this intervention by her brother? Why didn't she warn me or say something or even ask