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... century.
Linda Carter sat at the kitchen island with both hands wrapped around a mug of coffee she hadn’t sipped in eleven minutes.
The ceramic had gone from scalding to lukewarm to approaching room temperature, and she hadn’t moved. Hadn’t blinked or done anything except stare at the marble countertop with the thousand-yard stare of a woman who had seen things.
Heard things.
Things that could not be unheard, no matter how aggressively she tried t ...
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