Inches away
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Disappointment surged through their bodies as they hung the painting back on the wall. They were now just inches away from the painting, and Henry caught something peculiar. Once it was back on the wall, he ran his finger along the edge of the painting to confirm what he had seen. “Look!” he shouted, pointing toward the right corner. But he wasn’t pointing at the initials. He was pointing at the scraped-away paint.
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