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She touched his uniform sleeve. "Come on. Can we go somewhere to talk?" |
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"To the confluence," he said. "I shall await Thorn thereif he dares to come." |
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The confluence. The Point. In her day, this whole area, Point State Park, had drawn her like a magnet. She'd sensed emotion here, and destiny. |
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If only she'd just gotten back on the plane, left Pittsburgh. Never finished reading the screenplay. |
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Never learned about Thorn. |
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But she had read about him. Met him, thanks to Pierce, that absent, interfering son-of-a-gun. |
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She'd yet to confront Pierce, to ask him what he meant by sending her here. By calling her his daughter. |
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But first, she'd a grievous wrong to right. |
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