PREFACE

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PREFACE

As the words finally sink into my brain, I understand what is being said. My body sways slightly and I can feel the blood boiling in my veins. My palms grow clammy and the sweat slithers down my forehead. My beloved is missing. His body has yet to be recovered.

Can he really be gone?

Can he really be dead?

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