Pony Dreams and Shifting Sands
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The light through the narrow window was the color of weak tea, and Melanie Goodwit lay still beneath the blanket, watching dust drift in the September morning. The radiator had clicked on at some point before dawn. She had been awake to hear it.
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The light through the narrow window was the color of weak tea, and Melanie Goodwit lay still beneath the blanket, watching dust drift in the September morning. The radiator had clicked on at some point before dawn. She had been awake to hear it.
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