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he door when it
at on, and the drizzle had not touched
rk wooden b
tly of myrrh and pine. Carved into the lid was the same crest I ha
e box up to him.
n't heard in it before. "My family has almost n
d his eyes wen
e," he said. "Whatever happens
y of th
ey without moving his face. Now he was putting
is." I tried to give it
ep
e wood. The cold of his skin went up my arms, and under
r tapped
safe," Ju
and was gone, the way he did ever
my chest while the car
ed the
n faded violet velvet.
t with cloudy stones that took the light
lid, cut with the
worked so fine they look
the town, older than the state. To a pawnbro
heavier
n a cold house had handed me everything his fam
pushed the box down t
nd looked out at
terlings. I had to fix this and go back to
oing to le
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