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		<title>Epilogue</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Circling out of the blue in an easy spiral, the hawks are no more than narrow lines.  How do you measure the distance between you, gazing up at the blue above the needle points of the tallest firs, and those two hawks, that pair of raptors on the hunt?  Their descent toward you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Thirty-Two</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[From the duffel bag—the one that has been returned, that belongs to his brother—he takes these things, three burners, nine sticks of incense, seven candles.  He sets three sticks of incense in each of the three burners, sandalwood because he likes the scent of it.  He makes a circle with the candles and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Thirty-One</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 19:21:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Will opened his eyes to see Lucy crouching over him, her face all concern.
     &#8220;Are you going to be okay, Will?&#8221;
     He stood slowly, scanned the room to get his bearing.   &#8220;I guess I blacked out or something.  I&#8217;m fine, I think.  Where are the girls?&#8221; He expressed a sigh of relief.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Thirty</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:19:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Watching Will disappear around the corner of the Langford warehouse, Lucy felt the dead weight of the night settle around her.  She looked at Marta standing beside her, and she knew her impetuous daughter would follow him—it was obvious in her frozen watchfulness.
     &#8220;I&#8217;m going,&#8221; and Marta was gone in the darkness.
     Lucy wanted to scream, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Twenty-Nine</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 19:17:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When Will and Lucy pulled up in front of Lucy&#8217;s apartment, the sun had gone down, and they could see a lighted lamp through the living room window.   Lucy hesitated as she climbed out of Will&#8217;s car.
     &#8220;I don&#8217;t remember leaving a light on.&#8221;
     Will offered to go up with her, and they cautiously mounted [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Twenty-Eight</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 19:14:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They took Will&#8217;s car.  Lucy had greeted him at the door with the news that the Subaru was non-functional.  She offered to pay for gas.  He didn&#8217;t argue.  Last night&#8217;s trip had been nearly a hundred miles all together and it being tourist season the oil companies had all cranked up [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Twenty-Seven</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 19:12:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Al, slow down, goddammit.&#8221; Tweak stopped and shed her jacket, draping it over her arm.  Bug shook her head and rolled her eyes.  The June temperature lingered at eighty degrees, although the sun was nearly down.  Tweak always insisted on wearing her leather.  It was an image thing.  She could [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Twenty-Six</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kimmi lifted the knocker ring that was held in the mouth of the now familiar dog&#8217;s head. A woman barely wearing her dress instantly opened the door. All her body parts seemed to be exploding out of it, yet it miraculously covered all those bits that are not deemed suitable for immature audiences.
     &#8220;Kim, darling.&#8221; She [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Twenty-Five</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 19:10:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ahead of him, the strange golden light of the evening sang off the sage and sienna-hued flat planes of new buildings.  Will suddenly realized what the new construction in the Pearl reminded him of—the Painted Hills, those bare clay mounds of stratified color so shapely and delineated, as if carefully constructed.   And [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Twenty-Four</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:09:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Professor?&#8221; There was a tug at his sleeve that startled him, brought him out of his walking reverie.
     &#8220;Hello, Kimmi.&#8221; Will was aware of the chill in his voice.  The library was just ahead, it&#8217;s gracefully arched windows beckoning.
     She didn&#8217;t seem to notice his rudeness.  &#8220;I need to talk to you.&#8221; Her face appeared, [...]]]></description>
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