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Roylsden #112


At first Clint saw no movement from Anna. He stared at her face, hoping for the slightest sign: her eyes were closed, her lips slightly open, but there was nothing. When her arm moved slightly Clint gasped, hope kindling inside him like faraway fires, but almost immediately everything was extinguished as he saw Ma Cody move it.
He stared and stared, desperate for the tiniest movement. When it came, he refused to believe it: he didn't want it to be his desperation that made him see it. But no, there! Again! The smallest motion. The faintest breath.
She was alive!

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