“Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. “With your permission,” he said to Anna, “I shall arrange a bed for him where he is. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. Lucy slept in the same room as Shari, only ten feet away.
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