Stancu snorted. Ana shot him a warning glance.
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Ana looked at Stancu, then at the empty wall. “No. But we can find what frightened it.” Stancu snorted
The old man looked at the photo, and for the first time, tears welled in his eyes. “Can you bring it back?” and for the first time
Stancu hesitated, then obeyed. Ana grabbed her coat and a heavy flashlight. “Come on, Domnule Munteanu. Show us where you lost it.”