“Glinda told Dorothy to click the heels of the ruby slippers together three times. “All right,” she said. She bit the insides of her cheeks to kill the smile that wanted to rise on her mouth. “The ones that look out from memory.
”You told him who had the knife with the special poison on it, Susannah thought, Jeeves the Butler, or whoever, Yes, something. The wind was blowing hard, but under the derrick the surrounding machinery cut it off and the flame from the sulfur rose straight. She shrugged.
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