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Jenny was extinguishing the hurricane lamps she'd lit when she heard someone outside the still unlocked front door. She had no way of knowing if it was Vincent or a customer coming in out of the night for something hot to drink. It was, after all, shop policy that no one was turned away.
She relit the lamp in her hands and went to peer out of a window.
She relit the lamp in her hands and went to peer out of a window.