To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. The risk I run is nothing to yours. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. The end of the world seemed at hand. It was empty.
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