The Art of Dying

“We’re almost there,” Eleanor said, squeezing Chidi’s hand. “I hope this Mindy St. Claire person lets us stay.” “Janet said she would,” Chidi assured her. He tossed a quick look out the train window, then looked back at Eleanor and offered her a nervous smile. “But can we trust Janet?” argued Tahani. “This could be …

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