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- Suddenly he was behind her. She hadn’t heard him come in; she hadn’t even seen him in the mirror. He came right up behind her, now using the reflection to look her in the eye. He stroked her long blonde hair with a black-gloved hand.
- ‘That mission we spoke of? I think we’re ready. Finally.’ He sounded like an excited child. She managed a wan smile and rose to follow him from the room.
- Two guards snapped to attention as they passed through the double doors of their private chambers. She reprimanded herself. How could she think of them as ‘their’ chambers? He had not come to her at night once since that day. The day of madness. The day he assassinated the President and brought the children pouring down from the sky.
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- Myths & Legends, The Unwanted Gift of Prophesy
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