--that kept a boy out of temptation, and to let his Uncle Tim be a lesson to him, with his boozin' ways. But the mysterious hands of fog still held each vessel tight in their iron grips. If not—well, let’s just say that yourdemise will not be a pleasant one. My greatest hope is that I can somehow see my Fledglings again,before I go to the Afterlife.
“I don’t know,” she answered. When we leave, I want each ofus to carry one. She gave Rafe a respectful look. His lungs started to riseand fall in jerking, staggered lurches.
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