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The Streets of Whirly chapter 95
She willed herself not to move and take in the scene. It was sometime during the night. The streetlamp she had cursed her first night there was her biggest ally then, and she could easily make out the...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 113
Peter sank into his desk chair with a long sigh and rubbed his forehead. “I wish Sunday would come sooner,” he muttered. “That makes two of us,” Juliet said to him. Without the suffocating atmosphere...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 114
“It says something has to be to the right.” Peter crossed his arms and looked at Juliet impatiently. On the study floor they had drawn a five-cornered diagram with the found collection pieces occupying...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 115
Juliet stood and set the armlet on the desk. Her hair, which Mrs. Glasgow carefully dressed each morning, sagged awkwardly to one side. She extracted what pins she could find and shook her hair loose,...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 116
Juliet stood and shuffled the pages into order, counting as she did. She frowned. “I’m missing one.” “Those spell notes are useless,” Peter said shortly. “Find the pieces.” “The pieces are useless...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 117
“There is nothing to settle,” Peter said. His tone was as cold as hers. Juliet slapped the stack of papers on the desk so she could plant both hands firmly on her hips. “You near gouge my eyes out with...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 118
Peter walked to the shelf Jewel had pointed out to Juliet and after a quick scan pulled the Cassedy Ring from a glass jar and held it up to her. “Yelling at the fairy for doing precisely what you told...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 131
Juliet sat up straight and fought to keep any expression from her face. “Hello, Robert.” At her words Jewel dropped the blocks and retreated into Juliet’s hair. “Jule,” he said, tugging on her ear...
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The Streets of Whirly chapter 238
Peter was still clad in his Sweeper coat, and his goggles dangled around his neck. To his credit, he did not try to lie or evade her question. He slipped the rolled up maps from an inside pocket and...
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