The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. They were in different key, they had a different timbre.
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