” “I do not know who he is,” Brendon said quietly, “but he will not forget. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. Thames, look the door. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters.
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