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Somewhat tired from the exertions of the journey and the big number of ‚long drinks‘ consumed, I stood at the baggage carousel. An expensive travel bag had fallen from the conveyor belt and I bent to pick it up. When I straightened up a tall woman stood in front of me, a half Asian, as I saw at the first glance. She was wearing a luxurious silken caftan with a greenish color, which suited her brilliant green eye color and contrasted with her long black hair. An attractive woman at the end of her forties. I stared at her for a moment in confusion; there was something familiar in her facial features, as though some hidden memory had materialised.
THE MYSTERY WOMAN
She returned my glance as though she was looking directly into my soul. Her mouth had taken on a slightly mocking but benevolent expression.
"You must be Harry,“
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