Kendall Carroll

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I couldn’t hear her voice or feel her touch, but her radiance and her warmth haunted every corner of our home, and I believed, with the innocence of those who can still count their age on their ten fingers, that if I closed my eyes and spoke to her, she would be able to hear me wherever she was.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #1)
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