“I am Michael Poole. Things must get worse before they get better. Asphodel—a land of boredom and neutrality—for the rest. Too many factors jostled for consideration.
His hair was turning gray but his face seemed smooth and unwrinkled. ”Lucas digs his mittens out of his tights, warming the fingers. ”Her grandmother was silent, her eyes fixed on some invisible horizon, her hands now lying still at her sides. Trying to make amends, he gave Lucas a friendly punch in the shoulder, and when that wasn’t sufficiently charming, he leaned back and said, “Naw, I’m just teasing.
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