Jeremy
walked
through
the
town
square
,
ignoring
the
groups
of
merry
____________________
enjoying
the
many
game
stalls
and
food
stands
set
up
to
celebrate
the
Christmas
season
.
The
____________________
scent
of
baked
apples
floated
to
him
on
a
gentle
breeze
,
tempting
him
to
join
in
the
____________________
.
However
,
he
____________________
himself
and
continued
his
____________________
march
to
the
cathedral
.
He
arrived
at
the
cathedral
at
ten
o'clock
on
the
____________________
and
knocked
on
the
sturdy
wooden
double
doors
.
As
he
waited
,
he
could
feel
his
____________________
racing
as
his
nerves
began
to
get
hold
of
him
.
He
forced
himself
to
calm
down
as
the
imposing
doors
swung
open
in
____________________
.
Stepping
into
the
____________________
place
,
the
first
thing
he
noticed
were
the
church
pews
lined
up
in
rows
in
front
of
the
altar
.
A
few
people
were
sat
in
the
pews
,
all
looking
at
the
altar
with
an
____________________
of
expectation
.
Jeremy
quickly
took
a
seat
and
just
as
he
had
settled
himself
,
a
middle
-
aged
man
____________________
dressed
in
an
elegant
black
suit
walked
onto
the
dais
and
turned
smartly
to
face
his
audience
.
His
cool
grey
-
blue
____________________
briefly
scanned
the
____________________
faces
in
front
of
him
before
he
started
to
speak
.
"
The
____________________
of
the
Bridgeton
family
heirlooms
will
now
begin
.
"
His
firm
,
even
voice
echoed
in
the
cavernous
stone
building
.
"
You
will
be
____________________
with
ten
items
upon
which
you
can
bid
.
Their
____________________
has
been
confirmed
by
the
Bridgeton
heir
,
so
you
can
be
assured
they
are
all
authentic
.
"
With
that
,
he
stepped
back
and
the
first
lot
?
a
stunning
silver
necklace
____________________
with
huge
diamonds
and
emeralds
?
was
carried
onto
the
dais
and
placed
reverently
____________________
the
altar
.
