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"How can you forgive the the and healthy no…?"

Jericho tossed a small rock from the roof with a baseball player’s power "They tried so neas lucky; it worked And after some time, I recovered"

"Why, that’s a miracle!"

"There are no reed to be uardian He needed an assistant, and I needed a hoood man Better than most"

"He only cares about his work and that da that she swore

"That isn’t true I don’t knohat happened today, but he fully worried Talk to him, Evie"

Evie wanted to tell Jericho what had happened, but she couldn’t seeain

"He’s already made up his mind to send host he’d listen"

"There are no such things as ghosts, either But don’t tell your uncle that," Jericho said It made Evie smile for a , but she wanted to forestall the inevitable just a little longer, to etch the skyline of the city forever in her mind It had been a wonderful feeeks It was a sha-eared book, and Evie nodded to it "May I?"

Jericho handed it over, and Evie read froe: " ‘God is dead God remains dead And we have killed him How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?’ " Evie narrowed her eyes at hiood time, don’t you?" She handed it back to him "Will you read to me?"

"You want me to read Nietzsche to you?"

"The way I’, it couldn’t hurt"

Jericho cleared his throat and found his place " ‘What was holiest and htiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: Who ipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves…’ "

Jericho’s voice lulled Evie She watched the sun glint off the side of a water tower on the roof of a building to the west Nearby, the pigeons hopped about in their constant quest for food

" ‘What festivals of atonereatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not becoods simply to appear worthy of it?’ "