Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history. Mr. You—It’s jolly of you to confide in me. . ‘No, you don’t. ” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road.
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