And she waited again at the front door with it open, poised between the maw of the dead and loveless house and the outer dark like a frail thief. (Cormac McCarthy)

And she waited again at the front door with it open, poised between the maw of the dead and loveless house and the outer dark like a frail thief.

Cormac McCarthy

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