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Lord Poe fished a large picture out of his desk. “What Guent never bothered finding out is that Hunt was my best friend from childhood.” He handed the large sheet to Tuck.
The young Princess scanned the figures intently. There, sure enough, was her father, younger and happier, his eyes on an also-younger Lord Poe, who held a champagne glass. Leaning on Hunt was a young woman, resplendent in white, her head on the man’s shoulder. The posture of love permeated the scene.
Tuck looked up, tears streaking her face. “My mother?”

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Image copyright 2023 Don A. Martinez, all rights reserved. Permission is NOT granted for use in training AI databases.

Description
Lord Poe fished a large picture out of his desk. “What Guent never bothered finding out is that Hunt was my best friend from childhood.” He handed the large sheet to Tuck.
The young Princess scanned the figures intently. There, sure enough, was her father, younger and happier, his eyes on an also-younger Lord Poe, who held a champagne glass. Leaning on Hunt was a young woman, resplendent in white, her head on the man’s shoulder. The posture of love permeated the scene.
Tuck looked up, tears streaking her face. “My mother?”

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Image copyright 2023 Don A. Martinez, all rights reserved. Permission is NOT granted for use in training AI databases.