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"Thanks for the kind words. Please, try some tea I've brought from my hometown," Doyle said, sliding the teacup toward Susanna without a hint of emotion.

The tea was piping hot, steam swirling above it.

Through the rising white mist, Susanna's view of Doyle's face grew hazy.

She found herself deeply curious about the true identity of Mr. Evans.

Curiosity aside