The Grounding Line
Jodie watched the truck pull out of the lot at half past six on a Tuesday evening.
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Jodie watched the truck pull out of the lot at half past six on a Tuesday evening.
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I was elbow deep in a Swiss bracket clock when the bell over the door rang.
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I've been a librarian for eleven years, and I've never once done anything reckless.
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Ledger of Brass, The Quiet Lantern, Indigo Highway, The Rust Table