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Dr. Voss answered the door herself.
She was small, straight-backed, and sharp-eyed behind round glasses. Her silver hair was braided over one shoulder. She looked at the visitors on her porch with the expression of a woman who had spent her life delivering difficult news and knew when more had arrived.
“Marisol,” she said.
Marisol inhaled sharply. “You continue reading …
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