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Then, as Lana was reviewing the files, a call came from the hospital. A woman had been found by a fishing couple, half a mile from the dig site. Barefoot, malnourished, and in tattered clothes, she was dehydrated and barely conscious—but alive.
When Lana entered the hospital room, the woman sat up slowly. Her hair was tangled, her face pale, but the green eyes were unmistakable. “You got old,” Nora whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks.
“You remember me?” Lana asked, her voice trembling.
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