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No one spoke， no eye remained dry， no heart
untouched， as the entire dispirited population
of Marysville bowed their heads beneath the
diminishing drizzle of a two-week-old flood.
Heated teardrops instantly cooled by the
late January air tumbled silently down
Maginn O Shaunasey s cheeks， adding to the
saturated ground beneath her feet. Were she to
have raised her eyes to the doleful races sur-
rounding her， she might have seen the like of
her own despondent tears， and not felt that
she was so alone in her grief. But as it was， she
remained motionless， head downcast， watch-
ing the rivulets of muddy water trickle into the
as yet uncovered grave.
Against the echoic parer of rainfall， the
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