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... iet, pointing gesture was profound, almost reverent, as though the very air itself had paused to listen.
Every person in the room—family, doctors, Claudia. felt compelled, against the storm of their own emotions, to follow the direction of Devon’s extended hand.
There, in the center of the opulent bed, lay Harlan Schweitzer. His eyes were gently closed now, lashes resting against cheeks that had regained a natural, healthy flush.
The angry red imprint of Devon’s palm stoo ...
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