Crescent sun

Crescent sun
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2011/02: Died on a Rainy Sunday -- Joan Aiken

Died on a Rainy Sunday -- Joan Aiken

The evenings were too short to abolish the McGregors' atmosphere in the house; even when she rolled into bed, dog-tired, she still felt it all about her. It was as if they were gradually taking over psychic occupation, and had left their elemental presences behind them to keep guard, watching and despising. (p.43)

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