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“What camera?”

Ana gestured to the plastic chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat. What’s your name?” sectia 7 politie

Ana took the Polaroid. She aimed it at the wall, at the space where his shadow should have been. She pressed the shutter. The camera whirred, spat out a black square, and slowly, the image developed. “What camera