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“She might do what the mortals did, and strain to convince herself that the death of her Boy and the loss of her husband had happened for some reason, that some restitution would be made for her, that she would be paid for her suffering with a truer and more tolerable understanding of the world, but she didn't think she had the muscles for it.”

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Book:The Great Night
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The Great Night

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Chris Adrian
Chris Adrian

Chris Adrian, born on November 7, 1970, is an accomplished American author known for his unique imagination, profound themes, and rich literary techniques. His works span a variety of genres, including science fiction, fantasy, and realism. more

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