Thursday looked out at the small yard from her chair on the back porch. Anyone inside could see her through the glass sliding door curled up with her feet tucked beside her. Chilly was how she would describe the weather, but that was underestimating it. It was cold. She didn't care. Thursday raised the mug to her lips and sipped her coffee. Her
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