At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices. — Erin Bow, Plain Kate
At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices. — Erin Bow, Plain Kate
At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices. — Erin Bow, Plain Kate
At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices. — Erin Bow, Plain Kate
At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices. — Erin Bow, Plain Kate
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At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.

— Erin Bow, Plain Kate
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