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private clinic outside the city. Registered under the name Jane Marsh.

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and against her mouth. Then she

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r and rain and something

arshift. It drifted toward hers on the sea

eyes fixed on the road, "I'll live with it.

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move hers a

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hook all the way down. S

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hat in twenty-two years

floor in front of the chair, and then thin arms were around her and she was b

Amara sobbed into her shoulder

ugh memorizing it. "Every year, on the fifteenth, I asked the kitchen for a lemon cake. One can

on

se, the single slice, the candle trembling between her and Adrian.

ng to her mother.

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her head to

on she couldn't name. Something between grief and hope. He looked like a man who had ca

laughing and crying at once. "This is Ad

stop

sn't looking

doorway, and every drop of c

around Amara's wrist

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