Killed is too kind a word. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. A faint buzz above the ceiling witnessed that petrography, too, was active. “No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. Anna was sitting before the fire a little distance from him—Ennison himself remained standing. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son.
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