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She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they had found one or many of the bodies that she thought she had hidden so well. “Um, he took me to the Big Apple. Lucy had just began to invoke a solace where John was concerned, doing her best to shelve him as not so special after all.

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