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... efore dawn, coat on, hands in his pockets, saying almost nothing. A week of again and the fourth sequence and hm delivered in the tone of a man who had arrived at a conclusion some time ago and had decided, for reasons of his own, not to share it yet.
She had adapted to it the way you adapted to cold — not comfortably, but completely. It was simply part of the morning now. The dark, the practice post, the pre-dawn grey, and him leaning against the wall with his gold eyes tracking every t ...
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