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"There are hundreds"

"Three hundred and seventy-two"

"What do you think this place is? Was it someplace she’d been?"

"If it is, I never saw it Neither did e came from inside her head someplace Like the music"

Nessa considers this "A vision"

"Perhaps that’s the word"

She exa silence follows

"What beca breath to steady hiot to be too much The spells, the craziness I was sixteen when my father had her committed He visited every week, soather her state was rather bad My junior year in college, she killed herself"

For aAnd, really, what is there to say? Logan has never known One one All of it far in the past, nearly forty years ago

"I’an That must have been very hard"

"She left a note," he adds "It wasn’t very long"

"What did it say?"

The rope, the chair, the silent building after everyone had gone to bed: this is where his io further, to envision the mortal moment

" ‘Let her rest’ "

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