He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. At any rate, I can see that you’re not protecting him at all.
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