The Midnight Library

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Ash, she remembered, was a surgeon. Not a veterinary one, a general human one. If he said something was dead it was, in all probability, dead. ‘I’m so sorry.’ Nora had a familiar sense of grief. Only the sertraline stopped her crying. ‘Oh God.’ She stepped out onto the wet cracked paving slabs of Bancroft Avenue, hardly breathing, and

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