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The novel
“A red dragon floated onto the backs of his eyelids, then faded away as he lost consciousness.
When Marshall opened his eyes, the stranger stood over him with arms folded, eyebrows quirked. Exactly like the image in the storybook his mother read to him when he was a boy.
Marshall closed his eyes and a few measures of a cello solo played in his head. The unfamiliar musical theme swelled. A string quartet swept in, a perfect concept for the string quartet intermezzo Alejandro had commissioned. He willed it to repeat. Hope rushed through him.”
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