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"You remember going out, Anna, that morning?" Sheriff Cole held my hand in his as he spoke, his words gentle. I felt his fingers stroking the back of my hand, the way my Daddy never did, and it felt soothing and reassuring. In the calm emptiness created by his voice and touch, memories drifted in and out.
"It wasn't like a real morning," I told him, "It was like a picture of a morning, an ice picture it was so cold. Like everything was brittle."
"Did you see anyone?"
I'd seen Zeke.
"No."
"Nobody?"
"Nobody who hurt me." I said.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Had to backpedal to catch up, but we’ll worth it. I am really enjoying this and, like Anna Cody was, I’m still in the dark.

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    Peter Henderson over 2 years ago

    It's like listening to the serials on the radio, I'm lost too but who cares. The Marshal might get the badguy to trip up and show himself.

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