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    Flavia Germina solved her first mystery on the ides of June in the tenth year of the Emperor Vespasian. She had always had a knack for finding things her father misplaced: his best toga, his quill pen, and once even his ceremonial dagger. But this time there had been a real crime, with a real culprit.

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    Flavia Germina solved her first mystery on the ides of June in the tenth year of the Emperor Vespasian. She had always had a knack for finding things her father misplaced: his best toga, his quill pen, and once even his ceremonial dagger. But this time there had been a real crime, with a real culprit.

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    65 visualizações3 páginas

    A Roman Mysteries

    Enviado por

    ajhay_llagas
    Flavia Germina solved her first mystery on the ides of June in the tenth year of the Emperor Vespasian. She had always had a knack for finding things her father misplaced: his best toga, his quill pen, and once even his ceremonial dagger. But this time there had been a real crime, with a real culprit.

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    Flavia Germina solved her first mystery on the ides of June in the tenth year of the
    Emperor Vespasian.

    She had always had a knack for finding things her father misplaced: his best toga, his
    quill pen, and once even his ceremonial dagger, but this time there had been a real
    crime, with a real culprit.

    It was a hot, still afternoon, for the sea breeze had not yet risen. Flaiva had just settled
    herself in the garden by the fountain with a cup of peach juice and her favourite scroll.

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