I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. It reached her only slowly that Ann Veronica was standing to her resolution. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. He cocked an eyebrow. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet.
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