Laura Whitcombe

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The faintest hint of affection, the palest expression of warmth, was enough to make each Oppenheimer triplet recoil; this Lewyn understood, with deep sadness, for the very first time in his life, as the waves of applause and the shining faces and the powerful evidence of roiling human love surged all around him. Was it God, after all? Not one of his own relatives believed
The Latecomer
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