Ghost in the Flesh

The man's eyes locked onto mine as he drew something from his overcoat—a pen and a small piece of paper. And then I felt relief.

"Can I have your autograph, Mrs. Vance?" he asked, smiling and stretching out the pen and paper. "My daughter Blanca is one of your fans. We had an argument about your family name. You were Vesper Thorne before, and now you are Vesper Vance. Why is that?"

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