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... matters like this, nor was it his place to say anything.
The surroundings were dead silent, broken only by the occasional bark. Once one dog started, all the others in the village would join in.
Raina Reddington’s lips trembled as tears dripped onto the urn. But she felt no overwhelming sorrow, almost as if she were under general anesthesia—no matter if someone hacked at her with a knife or jabbed her with a needle, she wouldn’t feel a thing.
"Miles Hawthorne, rest peacef ...
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