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368 pages, Hardcover
First published February 12, 2019
To go to the morgue was to poke the grim reaper in the ribs, to tell him he was riveting. Because if he was riveting, he wasn’t scary. Death was for other people.
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The anonymity added to the callousness of it. The girl with the blood-stained dress, the victim; that’s all she was to anyone right now.
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Nathalie was never afraid of the dark, even as a child.
If anything, she wanted to know what was in it.