The Dust on the Star

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I. Vera Malone didn't look like a dying woman. She looked like a woman who had forgotten to eat. Thin shoulders inside a dress that hung on her like a curtain, cheeks hollowed to sharp angles, eyes too large for her face. The doctor called it nervous exhaustion. Jack Sanderson called it murder. "Who did this to you?" he asked. She smiled, a small broken thing. "Time, I think." Jack was...

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