I Thought My Grandfather Left Me Worthless Duck Decoys Until an Antique Dealer Saw One.
Halloran carefully set the duck decoy back onto the velvet cloth as though it might crumble in his hands. “No,” he said quietly. “Your grandfather didn’t carve this.” I frowned. …
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