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“She took the long way home,” said Ruth. “Some do, you know. They seem lost. Sometimes they might even head off in the wrong direction. Lots of people give up, say they’re gone forever, but I don’t believe that. Some make it home, eventually.”

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How the Light Gets In

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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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