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“She hears the sadness in his voice, his words of condolence expressed in the same tone as those who attended [the] funeral, who arrived at the door bearing casseroles, cards and clichés. Each word spoken gently, as if the bereaved are so brittle they will shatter if someone speaks to them too quickly or too loudly.”

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Book:The Engraver's Secret
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