Chapter 131 The Man in the Rocking Chair

Thomas Keller did not let go of Hannah's hand for a long time. His grip was thin but strong, his knuckles pale. His eyes, pale blue and clouded with age, searched her face as if memorizing every line.

“You look like her,” he said. “Clara. The same chin. The same way you hold your head.”

“You remem...

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