Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. ” He glared at Martin. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. Surely he was imagining this picture.
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