Мелисса Марр – Graveminder (страница 2)
BYRON FELT THE WALL VANISH AS HE FELL FORWARD ONTO…
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DAISHA SAW THE MAN COMING TOWARD HER. HE STUMBLED AS…
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PARTWAY INTO THE MULTICOURSE MEAL, REBEKKAH’S FRUSTRATION HAD reached uncontainable…
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REBEKKAH?”
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CHARLES WORRIED ABOUT ALL OF THEM, HIS NOT-ENTIRELY-DEAD-OR-ALIVE Graveminders. Such…
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BYRON WAS GRATEFUL THAT REBEKKAH HAD BEEN SILENT AS THEY’D…
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REBEKKAH WAS SPEECHLESS AS THEY WALKED UPSTAIRS AND INTO THE…
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BYRON LISTENED TO THE WATER TURN ON UPSTAIRS AND DEBATED…
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REBEKKAH SLIPPED OUT OF THE BED WHEN SHE AWOKE. IT…
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BYRON AND REBEKKAH DROVE TOWARD THE SUNNY GLADES TRAILER Park.
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REBEKKAH WATCHED THE SHERIFF LEAVE WITH A MIXTURE OF SYMPATHY…
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ALICIA DIDN’T TAKE ANY OF THE BOYS WITH HER. BOYD…
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A SHORT WHILE LATER, AS BYRON DROVE TO MONTGOMERY AND…
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DAISHA RETURNED TO HER FORMER HOME. THE BODIES WERE GONE.
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NICOLAS HAD BECOME MAYOR AFTER THE LAST GRAVEMINDER AND UNDERTAKER…
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AFTER THEY LEFT THE MAYOR’S OFFICE, THEY DROVE IN SILENCE…
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BYRON FOLLOWED REBEKKAH OUT OF THE ALLEY AND AROUND THE…
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THE WALK TO THE FUNERAL HOME WAS AT A SLOWER…
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BUT SHE HASN’T CALLED ME AT ALL THIS WEEK,” LIZ…
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BYRON KILLED THE ENGINE OUTSIDE THE TRAILER, WALKED OVER, AND…
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THE RIDE TO THE EDGE OF CLAYSVILLE WAS MOSTLY SILENT.
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AT THE THRESHOLD, BYRON GLARED AT DAISHA. REBEKKAH STEPPED past…
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DAISHA HEARD THE VEHICLE IN THE DISTANCE. WITH HIS LIVING…
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BECKY.” CISSY STILL HAD HER HAND INSIDE HER HANDBAG, BUT…
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IT ONLY TOOK A FEW MINUTES. AFTERWARD, DAISHA CALLED OUT,…
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THE VOICES OF THE DEAD WHISPERED COMFORTING WORDS TO REBEKKAH…
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FOR A BRIEF MOMENT, CHARLES THOUGHT THAT REBEKKAH HAD ACCEPTED…
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REBEKKAH KNEW WITHOUT LOOKING BEHIND HER THAT BYRON HAD ENTERED…
Epilogue
REBEKKAH OPENED ANOTHER OF THE JOURNALS THAT SHE’D RECOVERED from…
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PROLOGUE
MAYLENE PUT ONE HAND ATOP THE STONE FOR SUPPORT; PULLING HERSELF up from the soil got harder every year. Her knees had been problem enough, but of late the arthritis had started settling in her hips. She brushed the soil from her hands and from her skirt and pulled a small bottle from her pocket. Carefully avoiding the green shoots of the tulip bulbs she’d planted, Maylene tilted the bottle over the earth.
“Here you go, dear,” she whispered. “It’s not the shine we used to sip, but it’s what I have to share.”