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Snow had gathered on his knit cap. His cheeks were chapped pink.
“There’s a lodge up the ridge,” she said.
“A hotel?”
“Not anymore.”
“Can we go there?”
Evelyn hesitated. “We can get out of the wind.”
Noah read her face better than most adults did. “Are we allowed to?”
She should have lied. She should have said yes, absolutely, the world was built to leave continue reading …
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