( 'Don't talk.' He opened a shutter so that the light fell directly on my face. 'Look out the window.' He sat down in his chair by the easel. I gazed at the New Church tower and swallowed. I could feel my jaw tightening and my eyes widening. 'Now look at me.' I turned my head and looked at him over my left shoulder. His eyes locked with mine. I could think of nothing except how their grey was like the inside of an oyster shell. )
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