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Lynn only very slowly regained enough mental faculty to start thinking clearly again. The air inside the tent seemed stuffy, even though the gusting wind was still hitting the sides with a clapping sound and the cold air found every c***k.
Larry was busy photographing the carving, TJ was taking pictures of the evidence collected, including the teddy bear charm, and neither of them seemed to have noticed Lynn’s reaction. She was good at hiding her emotions. Even from herself. Perhaps that’s why they were just bursting out all day today. But that was a problem for another day.
Right now, she had to figure out her next steps. So many options, all beating at her with equal urgency.
First, she should check whether the teddy bear is in fact the one she remembered or just a similar one. Ma
