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Some readers seem to think this novella is magic mourns ilona andrews that important in the grand scheme of things i. The old Atlanta might have fallen like the trunk of a great tree struck by lightning, but its roots were too strong to die.
I liked the city. I had walked its streets, sampled its scents, and listened to it breathe.
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When magic magic mourns ilona andrews up, it flooded deep in this part of the city. Tall trees flanked the road, huge pines and dogwoods, still green despite the impending October. A twisted metal sign slid by: Pale wind chimes, made of turkey vulture skulls and string, hung from the tree limbs overshadowing the road.
Not quite sure what they were trying to tell me.
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My goodness, could it be some sort of a warning? My Jeep slid onto an old bridge over the Chattahoochee River. The old maps claimed that heading north would bring me into Smyrna and turning southwest would deliver me to Mableton, but neither any longer existed.
I crossed the bridge and pulled over to the side of the road. A vast network of ravines lay magic mourns ilona andrews me.
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Here and there remnants of the old buildings perched, halfway down the slopes, flanked by sickly brush. A highway cut through the ravines, running atop the cliff tops, interrupted with wooden patches of bridges. Above it all, black-winged vultures glided on the aerial currents.
The locals called it the Scratches, because from above the place looked like a giant buzzard had scratched in the dirt.