Michelle looked like she was about to throw up herself. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. ‘Oh, my God, Melusine, what have I done?’ Melusine shook her head. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room.
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