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was steady only because she forced it to be. “Every child?”
Dr. Voss stepped aside. “Come in.”
Her sitting room smelled of lemon tea, old books, and woodsmoke. Family photographs lined the mantel, but none of the faces were familiar. A quilt lay folded over the arm of a chair. On the coffee table sat a stack of medical journals, a pair of reading glasses,continue reading …
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