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” She saw him flinch, but he gave no sign of it in his tone. You sing better than Annabel ever did, you have even a better style. ” “No. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. It was ten feet long, a relic. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. The child was still safe.
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