Katrina Kauffman

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We walked, he talked, and under the sun and his soothing if occasionally incomprehensible monologue, I began to feel something hard and tight within me relax slightly, and an urge I had thought killed began to make the first tentative stirrings towards life. When we arrived at his cottage, we had known each other forever.
The Beekeeper's Apprentice (Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes, #1)
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