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Masquerade: What Happened To Edna Lane

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Reads 44
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Parts 3
Time 12m

Solo detective. Super sleuth. Undercover  investigator.
What Paige Madison would like to be known as.
What she doesn't want criminals to know her as.


Edna dropped the champagne glass which crashed on the floor. Glass were sent flying across the hallway.
Paige turned around. This didn't sound good.
But by the time she got to where Edna was , the dagger was already in her throat.All Rights Reserved

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