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Puppet shows took everything a six-year-old had.
Clara made two mugs of coffee and set them on the small kitchen table.
They sat across from each other in lamplight.
“I have been thinking about a question,” she said.
“One you have not asked, but I know you wanted to.”
“What?”
“Whether I could forgive you. Not just for Lily’s sake. For my own.”
Damen set his continue reading …
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