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I froze in place as I watched Jack Elrod, my elder brother who should have been dead for over a year now, descend from the high pile of clutter in the alley. Even though I should have stopped him in his tracks, all I could do was stand there in shock.
I was staring at a ghost. A ghost from the past who should have long since remained gone.
Everyone who knew Jack had the same expression as me. Sir Webb, Evelyn, the guards… all stiffened as my brother gazed down at us.
I looked at Jack’s chest, where Frank Crawford had stabbed him. He’d assured me a million times over that my brother was dead. It was obvious now that his death hadn’t been as ensured as he’d insisted it was.
Jack approached the woman who had held Evelyn captive.
“I didn’t expect that working in the palace would mak
