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The next morning, Mrs. Sterling appeared at Elena’s small apartment. She held a single, gritty, imperfect pearl—one of the few she’d recovered.

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"Those are lovely, Elena," purred Mrs. Sterling, whose own necklace likely cost more than Elena’s car. Mrs. Sterling reached out, her eyes narrowing as she inspected the "luster." "They’re so... uniform." The next morning, Mrs

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