the frame. She was watching him. She was smiling. The shadows of the room fell over her, but he could make her out in the glow of the desk lamp. She was wearing an overcoat belted at the waist. Her red-gold hair hung down loose. Her eyes were deep and dreamy. She had the face of an angel.
Weiss sat still and gazed at her. For a long moment, he wasn't sure whether he was awake or dreaming…
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