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... heavy with the weariness of ages.
The old lady appeared once again.
She gave her orders with extreme gravity.
James Horne turned his head, blankly gazed at the old lady for a while, then turned to look at Julia, and finally looked deeply at his mother.
Pheobe Rogers clutched tightly onto his arm, hoping he would protect her.
"James, James, I'm your mom, you can't let them bully your mom... James!" Desperation laced Pheobe Rogers's voice. James Horne's hand ...
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