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There were many places they had been where that would be reckoned a clean death, a quiet one in bed and attended by people who cared. It was something people offered as a comfort, but dead was dead, and the only comfort—one more word, one more touch—was impossible.
Mammoths at the Gates (The Singing Hills Cycle, #4)
by Nghi Vo
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