[Edgeworth walks along the length of the altar, taking in the other items strewn all over it. He suddenly halts in front of a scrap of pink cloth and a purple ball that looked like it belonged in someone's hair.]
But we have no way of knowing whose blood this is, or if it's related to these trinkets.
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But we have no way of knowing whose blood this is, or if it's related to these trinkets.