Isabel

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A wave of impatience came over me. It was new, this feeling. Somehow it had eluded me all winter. I’d fallen into a kind of dreamland while the world had frozen over and grown thin, days so short they vanished as soon as the coffee was made. My mind had become eerily gray and peaceful, as if I’d been hibernating from November through April.
Death in Her Hands
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