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She touched his uniform sleeve. "Come on. Can we go somewhere to talk?"
"To the confluence," he said. "I shall await Thorn thereif he dares to come."
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.
If only she'd just gotten back on the plane, left Pittsburgh. Never finished reading the screenplay.
Never learned about Thorn.
But she had read about him. Met him, thanks to Pierce, that absent, interfering son-of-a-gun.
Fallen in love with him.
She'd yet to confront Pierce, to ask him what he meant by sending her here. By calling her his daughter.
But first, she'd a grievous wrong to right.

 
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