As they came into Peasebrook, Marlowe stopped the car just on the hump of the bridge, and Emilia looked at Nightingale Books, the light from the windows still glowing inside, the roof already covered in white, and in her mind she said Merry Christmas, Dad, and then the car rumbled down the other side of the bridge and up the high street into the oncoming snow.
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