The fire had died to coals; the old peddler woman slept, her feet tucked under the shawls and rags, as close as she could roll herself to the fire. rs; but Igraine knew it symbolized, in its coming and going, the endless Wheel of Birth and Death and Rebirth. He tried to sound casual. When they arrived in Graz, Doris asked for directions to the WahlHotel.
She realized it must be very late-at this time of year the light lingered long, and it was almost unheard of to ride at night. Iris pulled another chair closer to Laura's. F uniform. Her throat tightened in recall.
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