Paul didn't think he had been listeningvery closely--he had been poking the fire and staring up at the red-washed tree txtneeded rest, God knew--but even that brief moment of guilt sent off another sizzling spark ofirritation. Another hour had passed, and none of the others had returned. The stillness was absolute.
Thetrauma, bad as it was, should not have been permanent. Emily, of course. We'll help you look. His gaze, though still bright and steady, was opaque, as though whateverlived behind the simulated face was losing interest.
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