The dawn did not arrive gently.It arrived the way dawn arrived after the worst nights — not gradually, not with the soft incremental light of an ordinary morning, but with the specific, total quality of something that had been waiting on the other side of the dark and had finally been given permission to exist. The sky in the east went from black to grey to the specific warm gold of a sun that had continued its business while the world below it had been conducting its crisis, and was now returning to deliver the morning it had been holding in reserve.George watched it arrive.His arm around Julia. The girl betw
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