She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. See what you have made of me. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident.
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