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Parker didn’t touch it. He pulled a jeweler’s loupe from his waistcoat and leaned in.

“That’s my signature,” Parker said. “The sign of a fake.” Parker lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around the Allen Silver like fog around a mountain. Steve parker allen silver checked

Thorne exhaled. “So it’s real.”

Thorne’s face went pale, then red. “Who made it?” Parker didn’t touch it

He pointed to the left lapel.

“What?”

“Why are you telling me this?” Thorne whispered. Steve parker allen silver checked