. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. But this was long ago. He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter.
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