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Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. I don’t think any surroundings could throw a shadow on you. I thank God for the very skin that is peeling from your nose, for all things great and small that make us what we are. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Sheppard, distractedly.
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