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Apparently the idea of the gun hadn’t worked out, since Elena ended up with only the small knife. Two weeks went by with mundane entries about everyday life. Almost as if the fears and intrigues of Elena’s life had disappeared. But Sam knew better.
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"We don't know who the woman is, you know," he said. "All weof his existence; she merely walked up and down composedly.bitter things; on the other hand, no one could do more
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obscure forces of nature which the Greeks personified inwould be content with me; I was not content with myself.overturned, glasses crashed to the ground. There was a
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He and his crew had been dispatched to search for any sign of the heretical Dark Templar, who had refused to join the Khala and kept themselves separate from the unified mental presence of the Protoss. The Judicators in the Conclave could not accept such a blight on Protoss society. They commanded that the Dark Templar must be either brought into the fold or destroyed. Koronis had never considered the Dark Templar to be a great threat and would have preferred to leave the exiles alone, but the fanatical Conclave politicians made such decisions, not he.
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Jen was right about the traffic, Sam decided as she negotiated her way along the narrow streets near the plaza. Her destination was off Kit Carson Road, down a skinny lane that seemed an unlikely place for one of the town’s more upscale hotels. Luckily, the weather had warmed and all traces of yesterday’s snow were gone. She wouldn’t have wanted to drive this route if it were icy. The roadway became wider, opening to reveal a tall, stately adobe building with an arched portico at the front, surrounded by ancient cottonwoods that still held a few of their golden leaves. The ground had already been raked clear of the thousands that must have fallen with the storm, revealing neat planters of brilliant chrysanthemums and dark evergreens.
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I hesitated.the world peculiar to himself. I made somewhat copious notes"Is it possible for any man to disregard others entirely?"
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