One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. “Shari told me. Poor little one. A mosquito had been trapped inside and was perfectly preserved for thousands of years. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Drink the toast, Jack. To her consternation, the sound drew her great-aunt’s attention and she threw out a hand.
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