siljehusmor siterer Silent voices av Ann Cleeves (side 183)
21:10, 12. mars 2019 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Outside it was so cold that for a moment it took his breath away. The metallic smell of ice in the air, maybe the last frost of the season. He stopped for a moment and looked back through the window at Vera, slumped in her chair, her eyes closed. Even from here and seeing her half asleep, he could feel the force of her personality.
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