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... her ribs as she stood before the rusted black gates of the house on Garam Street.
The address felt like fate whispered it into her ear.
She had followed Jackson’s bus for nearly an hour, her palms sweating against the leather seat of the taxi, her eyes glued to the boy’s profile against the windowpane.
"Those eyes.... Blue like a storm rolling over the sea"....
Now, she was here.
Her lips trembled as she rehearsed her opening words in the shadows of the g ...
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