It was bare of any furnishings. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul.
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