He took the ornament. It was a bauble—painted with a miniature skyline that could have been Paris, or just a memory of Paris—and a line of gold had been retouched with some clumsy hand. On the underside, where glass met paint, there was a tiny crack running through a painted star.
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The dacha, come the next winter, had a new frame on the shelf. Inside it, the woman with the French smile was captured mid-laugh, the photograph edged with a different ink. Beneath it someone had written, simply and without flourish: found. He took the ornament