Read Blood From a Stone Online
Authors: Cynthia Lucas
“What
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ed.
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head.
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ses.
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ha
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t
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supposed
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m
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be
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se
lf
?
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ecause
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hat
be
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s
y
our
on
l
y
w
ay
out
of
t
h
i
s.”
“
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ou
m
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t
he cu
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se,
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g
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s b
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.
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sa
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d no
t
h
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g
.
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and poo
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a
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t
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h
t
o
t
he end.”
“
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o….
y
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e
sa
y
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g
,
t
he
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s
an
end
f
or
t
h
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s
cu
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se?
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r do
y
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t
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e?
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i
k
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t
h or
so
m
e
t
h
i
n
g
.”
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d
ri
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ll
e
nodded
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g
a
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n
as
she
be
g
an
t
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sh
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mm
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and
f
ade.“
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ou
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no
w
.
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ust
f
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ll
ow
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t
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l
l
t
h
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and
y
ou
w
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l
k
no
w
.
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h
r
ou
g
h
t
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b
l
ood
of
t
hy
w
ill
,
t
he
c
l
ock sha
l
l
s
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and s
till
.”
A
nd
w
it
hout
ano
t
her
w
o
r
d she d
i
sa
p
pea
r
ed.
“Wa
it
!
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he
sa
i
d
a
l
oud.
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ut
i
t
w
as
t
oo
l
a
t
e.
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he
w
as
g
one.
D
a
mm
it
!
!
What
d
i
d
i
t
m
ean?
H
ad
she
m
e
a
nt
t
he
r
e
w
as
a
w
ay
t
o
end
t
he
cu
r
se?
O
r
t
hat
i
t
w
ou
l
d be h
i
s o
w
n
end?
A
nd
w
hat
about
‘
b
l
ood
of
t
hy
w
ill
’
and
‘
t
he
c
l
ock sha
l
l
s
t
and
s
till’
.
T
hose
w
e
r
e
t
he
v
e
r
y
w
o
r
ds
t
hat
t
he p
ri
es
t
ess
had chan
t
ed…
t
he ones
t
hat
had
echoed
t
h
r
ou
g
h
h
i
s
m
i
nd
so
m
any
ti
m
es
o
v
er
t
he de
c
ades.
D
i
d
t
hat
ha
v
e
so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
t
o
do
w
it
h
h
i
s
b
lo
od
be
i
ng ab
l
e
t
o hea
l
?