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“They'd crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn't. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs. And they knew something the rest didn't. They knew how lucky the rest of the world was.”

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Louise Penny
Louise Penny

Louise Penny is a Canadian author renowned for her mystery novel series, set in the backdrop of Quebec, Canada. Her works are known for their intricate plotlines and nuanced psychological portrayals. more

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