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Death's Golden Whisper (Meg Harris #1) Death's Golden Whisper by R.J. Harlick
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“A loon called from across the lake in the hushed stillness of the rising moon.”
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“I could feel his eyes drilling into my back.”
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“I was sitting in my kitchen agonizing over my Christmas grocery list when I heard the noise.”
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“He liked the staccato beat of the rain drumming on the roof of the carving shed.”
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“Meg, you have to go. I can't.”
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“Our canoe raced toward the rock.”
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“They arrived without warning on a perfect Indian summer day.”
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“the cottage lights”
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“Eric was barely breathing.”
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“the turning leaves. I’d”
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