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                 Chapter Four
I’m still shaking when I find Raphael in the library. He’s bathed in the light of the old desk lamp, absorbed in an enormous book, the cherub nestled, still asleep, in his arms.
As I creep in behind him, the old floorboards shift noisily under my boots. It’s impossible to walk quietly anywhere in this house.
He turns to face me and smiles. “How did it go?” 21
  






























































































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