![]() ![]() The wind was brisk off the sea, laden with the dampness of a week’s worth of raging storms. The man who had nearly succeeded in bringing the world to its knees sneezed and wiped his hand on the front of his coat. This Ebook version is dedicated to the memory of the real Auntie Lal. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Marsha Canham. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ![]() Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. ![]() No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. ![]()
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