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the marble pressing against eurydice's back had grown bitingly cold since the evening sun sank behind the desert horizon. still she sat, struggling against the fading light to read just one more page of her book. caliban cawed and hopped forward to alert her that someone was nearby. she looked up and tried to catch their eyes or thoughts. "it is a bit late for a pleasure stroll through the headstones. isn't it?"











