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Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Already clouded by illness, they shone with a strange intensity—like an oil lamp burning brightest just before it goes out.
She waved her bony hand in the air, searching for me. I took it. It was ice cold—skin and bone—but she squeezed mine with incredible force.
She looked at me, her lips moving, her ragged breath smelling continue reading …
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