The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Wood;—"Owen—Owen!—Thames, help!" "Coming!" cried Mr. Lucy aimed the firearm at Rhea’s chest. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. The low ceiling made him seem abnormally tall. Father— dead.
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