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The next morning, Calizone woke early, though not as early as her host. The widow was already up, moving briskly about the hearth and preparing...

People said the eclipse would be partial. Nothing dramatic. Nothing like the total ones he had seen on television, viewed from foreign deserts or mountaintops. There would just be a dimming. A bite taken out of the sun. Enough to make the morning feel strange, perhaps. But not enough to stop him going about his day.

Chapter Eight. Out of Time. A group of weary travellers sat near the hearth, clay mugs in hand, talking quietly. As Calizone passed them, she caught...