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don't think it's witchcraft? Or evil?" |
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While the car was stopped at a light, Hannah looked at Abby. Her smile was kind, etching a starburst of wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. "Like Mike, most people don't believe such things are true, so they ignore people who do or shrug them off as harmless nuts. But there are plenty of believers, too, who revere people with such power." |
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Abby's mind spun. Of all the wonders of this age, this was the most remarkable. If anyone learned of her visions, most wouldn't revile her. Some might think her crazy, as Mike didbut others might actually honor her. That was too wonderful to imagine. |
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She said to Hannah, "You are a psychic, too, no matter what Mike thinks. How else could you have known that I am one? I did not mention my visions to you." |
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Hannah grinned mischievously. "Sure, I play the kook around Mike since he won't see farther than what's in front of his face. But I actually have a little paranormal power. Not nearly as much as I sense in you, though." Her expression sobered as she glanced at Abby, then back toward the road. "I wish I could have foretold that accident and saved Mike all that grief. But one thing I do know is that I'm glad you're here, for his sake." |
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When they reached Aunt Jess's gray stone house, Abby stared at it, hopelessness creating a heaviness in her chest. She touched her chin, |
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