”Jonas made a second cigarette, drew a sulfur match from the sack, and popped it alight with his thumbnail. This one was dead black, and in this one nothing moved. A small magic, perhaps, but she welcomed it. Depape turned his attention back to the kneeling boy.
“Was there trouble?”“No trouble,” Susan had replied, but for a moment she thought of how the witch had s Susan bent and picked up the book. She chuffed nearly soundless laughter and thrust the empty tun into his arms almost hard enough to knock him on his ass. ”He picked up the mug and took a bigger drink this time.
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