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Part 2
Wade built his day around her in small, careful circles. At sunrise he changed the poultice. By midmorning he brushed the worst of the dried mud from her neck and chest, stopping each time her skin twitched. At noon he warmed mash on the stove in the farmhouse, carrying the pot back in both hands because the handle had been loose continue reading …
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