Above her head was an aura of white fire. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. It was a dead calm.
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