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Snow exhaled, leaning back on the bench. “Thank god.”

“God most likely had a hand in it,” Mother Clara agreed. “At least by way of his humble servant.” She smiled demurely and Juniper snickered.

Arrin took Snow’s hand and squeezed it hard. “Then I will come and see you again.”

“Yes,” said Snow. “I think I’d like that.”