"She is on borrowed time," he says. "We all are, and cannot run from it. Even the earth crumbles underneath our feet."
Standing beside Will, he peers down at the roiling sea in its narrow bowl between the cliffs, white waves foaming up at the bluff, eating at it, while the middle stays dark.
"The bluff is eroding," Hannibal says, conversationally. "There was more land when I was here with Abigail; more land still when I was here with Miriam Lass."
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"She is on borrowed time," he says. "We all are, and cannot run from it. Even the earth crumbles underneath our feet."
Standing beside Will, he peers down at the roiling sea in its narrow bowl between the cliffs, white waves foaming up at the bluff, eating at it, while the middle stays dark.
"The bluff is eroding," Hannibal says, conversationally. "There was more land when I was here with Abigail; more land still when I was here with Miriam Lass."