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The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. “Yeah. Mrs.
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