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“The story that had once singed and flared in her had long since receded, as her habit of silence turned, over the decades, into law. Did she mean to take it to the grave with her, then? Plainly, that was what she was going to do. She was going to take it to the grave. And it would end there. Dust.”

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The Weight of Ink

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Rachel Kadish
Rachel Kadish

Rachel Kadish is a contemporary author known for her profound character development and emotional expression in her works. Her exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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