Summer in London is not hot; temperatures in the twenties require neither a fan nor a reed mat.
Night descended quietly. Outside the window, the crescent moon hung like a hook, accompanied by a few twinkling stars in the cold moonlight. A gentle breeze swept past, and the dim streetlights illuminated Miss Quinlan's cheeks.
The necklace hanging from her right index finger gleamed with a metallic luster, its dangling end set with a tiny golden hourglass enclosed by two rings.
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