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Anthony Peardew is the keeper of lost things. That very same day, she died unexpectedly. Lime green plastic flower-shaped hair bobbles—Found, on the playing field, Derrywood Park, 2nd September. Anthony Peardew is the keeper of lost things. That very same day, she died unexpectedly. Brokenhearted, Anthony sought consolation in rescuing lost objects—the things others have dropped, misplaced, or accidentally left behind—and writing stories about them.

Now, in the twilight of his life, Anthony worries that he has not fully discharged his duty to reconcile all the lost things with their owners.

But when the lonely woman moves into his mansion, her life begins to change. Long ago, Eunice found a trinket on the London pavement and kept it through the years. Now, with her own end drawing near, she has lost something precious—a tragic twist of fate that forces her to break a promise she once made. But can she unlock the past and make the connections that will lay their spirits to rest?

Sophie turned away, pulling her blond hair around her face to hide her flushing cheeks. But a lifetime of human teaching was difficult to forget.

Especially with a photographic memory. The damp, heavy air made his light blue tunic stick to his skinny arms, and his gray pants were caked with mud. Sophie agreed. The murky forest was so dense and wild.

It felt like a place time had forgotten. The thick ferns in front of them rustled and a brawny gray arm grabbed Sophie from behind. Her feet dangled above the ground, and she got a face full of musky goblin sweat as her bare-chested bodyguard shoved Dex behind him, drew his curved sword from the scabbard at his side, and pointed it at the tall blond elf in a dark green tunic who stumbled out of the wall of leaves.

He dipped a slight bow as he lowered his weapon. No way to tell which way it went. Sandor sniffed the air with his wide, flat nose. She knew Sandor was only trying to protect her, but she hated having him around. He was a seven-foot-tall constant reminder that the kidnappers she and Dex had narrowly escaped were still out there somewhere, waiting for the right time to make their next move. Plus, it was humiliating being followed by an ultraparanoid goblin all the time. But with less than two weeks left on her vacation and the Council hitting dead ends on all their leads, it looked like her burly, slightly alien-looking shadow was coming with her to Foxfire.

And even though this one had extra cords woven into the choker and a few other added security measures, he refused to put her life in the hands of an inanimate accessory. But I can try widening my range. Sophie was the only Telepath who could track thoughts to their exact location—and the only one who could read the minds of animals. All she had to do was listen.