The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes.
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