A Silent Vow of Everlasting Love (Preview)

Prologue

Nancy woke abruptly to the sound of crashing and boots stomping, glass breaking, and men yelling. She held up one hand, trying to block the light that was suddenly in her dark room.

“What’s going on?” she cried out, reaching out for Jack. He would save her. He would protect her from this mayhem.

But she quickly realized it wasn’t her the lawmen were there for. It was Jack.

She slid out of the bed, taking the top sheet with her and holding it up against her chest. She was wearing a nightgown but felt terribly exposed in front of all these strange men. The only one she recognized in the bobbing lights of the bright lanterns was the sheriff. And he looked angry. Very Angry

Tears streamed down her face. Several of the men surrounded her where she was crouched against the wall. They stared at her. None of them looked angry but their faces were stone cold. She trembled, watching as four men fought with Jack, eventually overpowering him and forcing him out of the bedroom, through the house and out the front door, where a wagon was waiting to transport him to the jailhouse.

At least that’s where Nancy assumed they were taking him.

“Jack!” she called out after him before they got him into the wagon. He turned his head and gave her a look she didn’t often see. She couldn’t say she’d never seen it before. It was a look of fury. In the past, that fury had never been directed right at her. This time, she felt like it was.

Nancy’s eyes opened wide and she realized he was blaming her for this raid.

She shook her head, emphatically, jumping to her feet, still clutching the sheet to her chest.

“It’s not my fault, Jack!” she said, tears streaming down her eyes. “It’s not my fault! I didn’t do this! I don’t know what’s going on!”

The sheriff, Daniel Sampson, turned his head to look at her just as Jack moved his gaze in front of him. He put one large hand on the back of Jack’s head and shoved him hard.

“Get him out of here,” he said, his eyes still focused on Nancy.

Now that he was looking at her, Nancy had to return his gaze. Fear struck her heart, making it jump in her chest. The trembling became an uncontrollable shaking that affected her breathing. She felt faint and dropped back down to a crouching position, pushing her back against the wall as hard as she could.

Moments later, the sheriff came down on one knee in front of her, his narrow eyes piercing her soul. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away from him.

She shuddered when he reached out and traced her chin with one finger.

“So tell me, Nancy,” Sheriff Sampson said, his voice deep. “Tell me you didn’t know what Jack was doing.”

Confusion spilled through her. She ran quickly through her memories, the memories that had made her wonder just what Jack was up to when he was out there on the road. She had suspected he was misbehaving. But what she had in mind as misbehaving wouldn’t have merited a raid on their home and jerking him out of bed at midnight while scaring Nancy half to death.

“What… what was he doing?” she asked timidly, afraid of the answer. It had to have been bad for lawmen to come and take him this way.

The sheriff snorted. “What was he doing? You mean to tell me you really didn’t know about his crimes? You knew nothing?”

Again, confusion made Nancy’s thoughts race. What had he done? She wished the sheriff would just tell her. She was afraid to hazard a guess because it might seem like she did know or was even an accomplice. She shook her head.

“I… I don’t know why you are here. Jack is…a good provider. He always comes home with enough money to get by through the week and I…I never have to worry about anything. He’s a traveling salesman. I don’t know what he does when he’s not home and I’m not with him.”

Sheriff Sampson stared at her. She wondered what he was thinking. She dared to lift her eyes and take a peek. He had a blank look on his face. Blank but stern. As if he was trying to figure her out, to determine whether or not she was lying.

“I don’t see how a woman can live with a man for eight years and not know he is out there murdering people.”

It felt like the sheriff had punched Nancy in the chest. All the air left her lungs as shock coursed through her body. Chills lit up her skin. She lowered her eyes to stare at the cheap but pretty rug Jack had brought back from one of his travels.

Jack was killing people while he was on the road selling his goods. And the sheriff had definitely said “people”, which meant he hadn’t murdered just one person. He’d murdered several people.

Her emotions overwhelmed her. She put her hands up to cover her face and began to sob.

Sheriff Sampson was not sympathetic. Nancy could tell he didn’t believe she hadn’t known about the murders or been a part of it at least. She knew she would be spending a lot of time in the jailhouse trying to explain that she was just a housewife. That she had never gone on his trips with him, not even once. That though she had suspected he was probably sleeping with other women while he was on the road, she had never suspected something like this.

Jack was never the most affectionate man. She had never thought of him as much of a Romeo. But a killer?

It was unfathomable.

Chapter One

In two short months, Nancy’s life had fallen apart. She was beginning to hate her trips into town to get supplies. The farmhouse wouldn’t be hers much longer anyway so there was no need to try to make repairs. Not that it needed many. Jack had kept up with that. He had brought her supplies. He had fixed the porch steps, the gate in the back, and the icebox when it stopped working. He did everything. And left her with nothing.

The bank would take back the house soon. She knew Jack had taken out a loan using the house as collateral. It hadn’t bothered her at the time because he was very good with money. She’d always thought he was an amazing salesman.

Now, she realized the extra money he had when he came home wasn’t his. It was stolen from the people whose lives he’d taken. It made her sick to her stomach every time the thought crossed her mind. What did she own that was bought with legitimate money?

What really did she own at all?

In the first month, she’d been told of Jack’s horrific crimes and how brutal he was to the people he robbed and murdered. It wasn’t just a simple shot to the gut or head. He hit them, with his fists or the gun, stabbed several repeatedly, as if he was angry at them, brutalized several women, as indicated by the level of their injuries.

Jack had never been brutal to Nancy. He lost his temper sometimes and yelled at her. He had broken a few things in the house when he was angry. But he’d never threatened her or used his fists on her. She had never feared for her life.

In the second month, she’d come to realize how much of a financial bind he’d put her in. She blamed herself for not pursuing any skills or talents. She had no way of making any money. Some of the people in Dogwood took pity on her and bought the possessions she put up for sale so she could keep the house as long as possible.

But no one would offer her a job or give her any support. They all thought she knew what Jack was doing. She didn’t have even one friend left in Dogwood. The only person who spoke to her was the sheriff. And he wasn’t the friendliest of men. He suspected her, too. He’d told her as much in several interviews, while he was trying to dig as much out of her as he could.

“I know there are more people out there your husband killed and hasn’t told us about,” Sheriff Sampson had said, leaning forward on his desk and narrowing his eyes at her. She knew he was trying to be intimidating. And she was intimidated. “I need you to tell me what you know about them.”

But he never got anything out of her. Because she hadn’t known. Looking back, she still didn’t see anything that would indicate he was robbing and killing people. He’d chosen random targets in various towns and cities all around Wyoming. The only reason he’d been caught was because he didn’t kill his last victim. He probably thought he did by the extent of the woman’s injuries.

She had lived to tell the tale and was a talented artist, which meant the likeness of the drawing she created for the lawmen was spot on. The sheriff had shown it to Nancy, who had to admit it was a perfect rendition of Jack.

She told Sheriff Sampson over and over that she had only suspected Jack might be seeing other women. She didn’t know what he was actually doing.

Nancy’s heart thumped hard in her chest as she pushed open the door to the supply store. She was hoping the place would be empty, other than Clara, the woman behind the counter. She noticed when people gave her the evil eye when they left a building because she’d entered. They all acted like Jack had killed a relative of theirs and she’d participated in it.

At first, their disdain and lack of sympathy hadn’t meant much to her. She thought she could just shrug it off. But the longer the banishment lasted, the more it affected Nancy’s psyche. She had to drop out of the sewing and book clubs because the women refused to speak to or look at her. Even walking down the street made her feel like an eyesore to every passerby.

She had been sad, filled with sorrow from losing friends. Then she got angry. But no emotion was going to change anything. She could be sad and cry about it. She could get angry and scream about it. But no one was listening and no one cared.

She was on her own.

Nancy had never felt so lonely before in her life. She had left California with Jack when she was eighteen years old, leaving behind her parents and two brothers, none of whom she had contact with now. Jack had made sure of that. It was another fact she hadn’t realized until he’d been hauled off in the middle of the night. Even if Nancy wanted to write to them, she didn’t have their addresses. And going back to California alone to find them was risky. She would have to get the money for a train ticket from somewhere and when she arrived, without notifying them she was coming, she would have nowhere to stay, no one to consult, no one to turn to.

She was relieved to see there was only one other person in the supply store. He didn’t notice her when she came in and she was relieved to see his face didn’t change when he looked up from the box he was reading and saw her. In fact, he looked back down at the box without any indication he cared that she was in the store. She was grateful for that. She already felt bad enough as it was.

His reaction to seeing her was calmer than Clara’s. At least his face didn’t change. When Clara saw Nancy, her face crumpled into a deep sneer. Her eyes followed Nancy around the store, as if she was a thief that had to be watched. It made Nancy just as uncomfortable now as she’d been when everyone found out about Jack.

It was hard for her to believe there wasn’t a single friend who trusted what she was saying. She had often wondered over the last two months what she’d done wrong that would leave her with not one person who believed her story.

She had to ask Clara for several items and was dreading it. Just one kind word from someone would be nice. Nancy would soon have nowhere to go and would be cast out on the streets with only the clothes on her back and in her satchel. She would become one of the forgotten, dying on the streets alone because no one cared about her or believed what she had to say.

The thought loomed over her, creating a sense of melancholy in her soul that confused her and left her not knowing what to do with herself, what steps to take next. She was just barely breathing, waking up every day and going through her normal routines, not talking to anyone, just stuck deep inside her depressed mind.

She lifted the basket she’d brought with her and set it on the counter. Clara wordlessly took the items she’d chosen out to see what they were as she punched the prices into her register. Nancy thought she could have been a little more careful with the glass jars but fortunately, none of them broke under Clara’s aggressive behavior.

“I need a pound of salt and a pound of sugar also, please,” she said as politely as she could.

Clara closed her eyes and sighed, as if Nancy had just asked her to cut off her leg. She didn’t say anything, turning away and heading to the right where large sacks of salt, sugar, flour, cornstarch, and other powders were stored.

Nancy watched her filling a pound sized sack with salt. She figured Clara would probably give her less than a pound and she was in the middle of debating whether she wanted to argue with the woman about it when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She spun around and looked into the eyes of Daniel Sampson, the sheriff. Her heart sank. She didn’t want to talk to him. She didn’t even want to see him. What she really wanted was for him to leave her alone.

“Hello there, Nancy,” he said in a voice that wasn’t unfriendly but wasn’t friendly either.

“Hello, Sheriff,” she responded, thinking how sad it was that her only real conversation with another human being was the sheriff who was convinced she was guilty of something.

“Getting supplies, I see,” the sheriff continued. She got the feeling he wanted to taunt her for some reason. Did he think small talk would get her to confess to a string of murders she didn’t commit? Anger boiled inside her and she turned her back to him so she could watch Clara fill the pound sacks with her requests.

Chapter Two

“It’s rude to ignore someone who’s talking to you,” Nancy heard the sheriff say. She decided on the spot that she would take however much salt and sugar Clara put in the bags. She didn’t want to be around the sheriff and didn’t appreciate the looks Clara was giving her anyway.

She paid for her items and turned to see the sheriff was blocking her way to the door. She stepped to the left to go around him but he took a step in the same direction. She stepped back to the right and he did the same.

Frustration mounted in her. She was at the end of her rope with all this harassment. She stood stock-still and glared up at him. He lifted one side of his lips in a half-grin and stepped out of her way, lifting one hand to the door, as if ushering her.

She grunted and sauntered to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the bright sun, feeling a sudden sense of relief. The feeling was short-lived as she sensed someone behind her and glanced over her shoulder to see the sheriff had come out, too.

Nancy was gripping the basket with one hand, as it hung at the crook of her other elbow. It hadn’t seemed heavy before. Now it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. She proceeded down the walkway, focusing on the weight of the basket so she wouldn’t be burdened with thoughts of the sheriff following her or the people around her giving her nasty looks.

“Maybe you just didn’t hear me talking to you,” the sheriff was continuing. “Nancy. Nancy, wait.”

Nancy stopped in place, closing her eyes and waiting for him to come around and confront her to her face. “I’ve said everything I need to say to you, Sheriff Sampson. Please leave me alone.”

“There’s just a couple questions more I want to ask you about, Nancy. Aren’t you curious to know what’s going on with your husband’s case? Surely after eight years, you still care enough to want to know how he’s doing, right?”

Nancy didn’t like the way he said her name frequently or his condescending tone of voice.

“I don’t want to know how he is,” she spat out as he came around her to face her and once again block her path. “I don’t want to know anything about him! I am pursuing a divorce and will have nothing more to do with him ever again! Now if you will excuse me…”

She made to go around him but he blocked her way. In a huff, she spun around and walked in the other direction even though that wasn’t the way home. She would find somewhere else to go. Maybe the ice cream parlor. The sheriff would likely follow her there, too, but she had to set the basket down soon as the weight of it was becoming unbearable.

“Nancy, you look like you’re having a little trouble there.”

She didn’t stop walking, even though she wanted to believe there was kindness in his voice and that he would help her. She was a fool to think he would assist her with anything at all, even something as simple as carrying a heavy basket for her.

“Hey, Nancy,” the sheriff called again.

She halted and closed her eyes. Her fingers were aching from the tight grip she had on the basket. Her shoulder was starting to pull down and that along with the mental anguish she was in overwhelmed her. She set the basket down at her feet, hung her head, and covered her face. It took everything she had in her soul not to burst out crying.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t cried in front of the sheriff before. She had. On many occasions, in fact. During the first couple of days of his interrogation, all Nancy did was cry. She talked while she cried but she still cried.

But now…it had been two months. She was done being weak. He had stopped accusing her and started what she called the process of needling. It was almost like when she did her embroidery. Pushing the needle in one side and drawing it out of the other. The stitches were tight and precise. The sheriff was using mental needling, pushing his needle through her mind one way and drawing it out the other. Sewing her into a tight tapestry of pain and accusation. She hated it and wanted him to stop.

The worst part of it all was that she and Jack had previously had a good relationship with the sheriff. She was married to Jack when they moved to Dogwood eight years ago. They’d made friends with the man. He was single, now thirty-eight years old, handsome enough with his tanned skin and high cheekbones. He was muscular and strong. She had never felt afraid, knowing that when Jack was on the road, she could send for the sheriff if she felt threatened by anything or anyone.

She remembered a time when they had invited the sheriff over for dinner. He’d declined at first but when Nancy told him there wouldn’t be a woman there waiting for him and they weren’t setting him up for a surprise, he had agreed to come. She never found out his reason for not wanting to be “set up.” The only thing they’d managed to pry out of him was that he was still waiting to meet the right woman. He didn’t want to make a mistake on something that important.

“What do you want?” she asked in an aggravated tone, taking her hands away from her face and allowing herself to glare at him with daggers in her eyes. He opened his eyes wide and took a step back from her. That gesture was just as heartbreaking as every other gesture he’d made for the last two months.

He lifted both hands in the air and gave her an innocent look. How dare he look innocent, as if he’d done nothing wrong? As if he hadn’t spent the last two months accusing her and harassing her at every turn? She’d done nothing wrong and was close to her breaking point.

“I just asked if you needed help with the basket,” he said, reaching out to take hold of the handle of the basket.

“Don’t touch my things!” Nancy snapped. She could hear a high-pitched buzzing sound in her ears. Her heart was beating so hard she could barely breathe. Tears were clogging her throat and stinging her eyes.

The sheriff reacted with shock, jerking his hand away from the basket. He frowned, which added to Nancy’s frustration. “I’m sorry, Nancy. I just wanted to help you.”

“You haven’t wanted to help me for two months, Daniel Sampson. Don’t act like you care suddenly. I know you don’t.” She set the basket on the ground in front of her with a thump. Nancy felt like the words were just falling from her mouth. She wasn’t thinking at all. If she wasn’t careful, she would say something that should have been kept private. She had to get away from Daniel. It was in both of their best interests for her to pick up her basket and be on her way.

But something kept her from immediately leaving. She put both hands on her hips, balled up into fists, and tilted her head to the side, waiting for what he had to say next.

He looked speechless and stuttered slightly before getting out just her name. “Nancy…”

“And will you stop saying my name! You’ve said it over and over and I… I don’t even want to hear you say it. I’m tired, Daniel, and I want to go home. Please let me pass!” She made sure to use his name, emphasizing it so he would know she knew what she was doing.

Without another word, he stepped to the side and swept his hand out.

Nancy pulled in a deep breath, gathering her courage. She picked up the basket, looked him straight in the eye, and lifted her chin, saying, “I don’t live in that direction.”

With those simple words, she turned around and sauntered back the way she intended to go in the first place before he made her go the opposite way. She was satisfied with the way she’d left things and felt that she’d at least had a chance to let him know how she was feeling.

Not that it made a difference to him. She was sure he didn’t care how she was feeling. He had decided she was guilty. He would come after her until he uncovered something.

Unfortunately for them both, there was nothing to find. It was unfortunate for him because he would never attain the goal he was after. It was equally unfortunate for her because that meant he would be unrelenting and wouldn’t stop harassing her till he found something that didn’t exist.

Chapter Three

Dan watched her leave, his own frustration crawling through him like a thousand pesky ants at a picnic. When he’d first hauled Jack in, he was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that Nancy must have known something. If she was willing to hide information about the horrific acts of her husband, she might be willing to participate, as well. Did she lure people in to rob and steal? He’d wondered if she’d ever traveled with him. He’d never had a reason to care before so he didn’t notice.

It would be a lot easier to rob and kill as a couple than just as one man. People trusted married couples easily.

That had been his thought process in the first week of his investigations into Jack Cartwright’s comings and goings.

As time went on, Dan was beginning to think differently about Nancy. He hadn’t forgotten the dinner they’d had and the times they’d stopped to talk on the sidewalk or in church or the restaurant. He had always liked her and Jack. He’d talked more to her because Jack was often on the road. He saw Nancy more often and had formed a comfortable, friendly relationship with her that never threatened Jack because of the casual nature of it.

He had indeed considered her a friend.

To think that she could betray everyone or be in any way involved with the crimes Jack had committed had, at first, made him sick to his stomach. His next reaction was anger.

He’d been thinking a lot about it and he decided he’d gone about it the wrong way from the very beginning. He should have at least pretended to trust what she was saying instead of attacking her. If he’d treated her with kid gloves from the beginning, he wouldn’t have egg on his face now.

If that’s even what it was. All of his investigating had led him to two possible conclusions. One was that she genuinely didn’t know what Jack was doing while he was on the road and the other was that she did know and was an incredible actress.

He’d talked to nearly everyone in town that knew Jack or Nancy or both. None of them reported that Nancy had gone on trips with Jack. In fact, they all attested that Jack was gone a significant amount of time and they didn’t know how Nancy could put up having a husband that was never there.

Now, even though he still had questions about where she was and what she was doing on specific dates, he wanted to make amends with her. He wanted her to open up to him, be honest with him. If there was some truth to her being responsible for anything at all, he would be more understanding.

Dan turned to go back to the supply store. He’d gone in there for a reason and when he saw Nancy, it changed his plan. He pushed open the door and went in, heading for the cleaning section. He picked up a bar of soap, looking up when Clara came out of a back room and spotted him.

“Howdy, Sheriff. Thanks for getting the vermin out of here.”

Dan regretted the guilt he felt at Clara’s words. He was certain it was his harsh treatment of Nancy at the beginning that gave the entire town the impression the woman was as guilty as her husband. He had handled everything completely wrong.

“Well, I just had a couple of questions for her,” he said. “I think she was done with her shopping anyway.”

“I think she should just get out of Dogwood,” Clara spat out, the disdain she’d shown for Nancy earlier plain as day on her long, narrow face. Her long black hair was tied back in a ribbon behind her head, pulling at the sides of her face. It created a strange effect as her eyes were pulled each to the sides, making almost a line that crossed the woman’s long nose and small mouth.

Dan saw a T when he looked at Clara’s face.

Looking away, ashamed of his unflattering description of the storekeeper in his mind, he said, “Maybe she will. I don’t know what her plans are.”

“Well, I wish she wouldn’t come in here.”

Dan turned away, thinking, Where else would she shop for supplies?

He supposed Clara thought she was dismissed because she stopped talking to him. She went down the first aisle and disappeared among the shelves when she bent down.

He lifted a box of lye and turned it over to read the back but his eyes remained on the words without him really seeing them. His memory took him back to the first interview he’d had with Nancy, just the day after they’d arrested Jack for the murder of two men and three women. He’d been working on the cases for nearly a year when Jack’s last victim stumbled to the jailhouse, where she was found lying on the ground when the deputy on duty came back from his rounds at two in the morning.

He’d given Nancy false hints that he knew she was involved, essentially lying to get her to tell the truth. But she’d never relented, saying tirelessly that she had only thought Jack was sleeping with other women. She never thought he was killing anyone.

He remembered how she’d covered her ears and cried when he described anything having to do with the crimes. Nancy didn’t look like the type who would commit the crimes Jack was accused of committing. But wouldn’t that fact just have made it more likely she would have suspected something?

“He never brought me anything fancy, no fancy jewelry, nothing he could have taken from one of his…” he remembered her saying. She didn’t finish the sentence.

“But he always had plenty of money, didn’t he?” Dan had pressed her.

“Of course he did!” Nancy had cried out. “He was a good salesman! I mean, I thought he was a good salesman! He told me he got several awards from his bosses because he was so good.”

“Did he ever show you the certificates or awards?” Dan had asked.

She didn’t respond to his question. When he looked back on it now, he chided himself for not recognizing that expression she had. She had looked utterly confused. And when she realized her blunder, she flushed with guilt. He should have known that look. Especially on the face of a friend.

But he was too focused on making her confess any guilt she had about the crimes. He had been asked by the Attorney General of Wyoming to focus on the case because Dogwood was one of the most peaceful towns in the state and he had competent, loyal deputies who could take care of the citizens if he should be called away from local duties.

So this was a particular crime that hit him hard when he realized the man responsible was living in Dogwood with his wife. He’d been right underneath Dan’s nose the whole time. The murders were taking place all over Wyoming. But in the center of the circle, those crimes made on the map was Dogwood.

He felt foolish for not realizing all these facts before the last victim came in with a description. If it hadn’t been for that brave young woman, he’d still be floundering around, looking everywhere but in his own hometown.

He admitted he’d taken it out on Nancy in a way. He didn’t want to be fooled again. Friend or not, he wanted to know the absolute truth from her. He’d never been able to accept that she’d known nothing about any of the murders. That Jack could never once have shown his true colors, revealed something, anything about the crimes he was committing, even an off-hand joke…

It just didn’t make sense to Dan. No one could commit brutal murders like those and not show any signs at all to the people that love them. It had to have been ingrained in his personality somehow. Otherwise, it would have been too much like a man with two different personalities inside one mind.

Dan was no psychiatrist but he was pretty sure that wasn’t a possibility.

Nancy had to have seen something.

He decided he wasn’t in the mood to be shopping anymore. He paid for the bar of soap and left the supply store.

As Dan strolled casually to the jailhouse, his thoughts reverted back to Nancy’s face when she’d stormed off. A flash from the past ran through his mind and he saw Jack and Nancy when they’d had him over for dinner, laughing about something with him. Her smile had been so bright and cheerful.

She didn’t look like that now. Her face was drawn, her eyes red and puffy, blotches touching her skin in various places. The stress she was under was visible. It was such a noticeable difference.

What had happened was irreversible but it was clear Nancy’s life was in ruins.

And he’d had a hand in that outcome.

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Nancy Cartwright is stunned when lawmen invade her home in the middle of the night and arrest her husband. Adding to that, the handsome, yet stern town sheriff is convinced she knows more about her husband’s crimes than she is letting on, and questions her until she is nothing more than a bundle of nerves. Disheartened by his unfair behavior and surrounded by judgemental glances, she feels that her only way out of her misery is a mail-order bride ad from Arizona. To her surprise, Nancy finds herself in an even worse predicament when another horrible surprise awaits her upon her arrival. Will she be lucky enough to escape from her grim future? Could she trust her heart again and give love a second chance, when an unlikely savior appears out of nowhere and comes to her rescue?

Sheriff Dan Sampson has always admired and respected Nancy, but since her husband’s conviction, his feelings have turned upside down. Although he wants to believe she is innocent, he can’t avoid his feelings of suspicion and disappointment. When he discovers that she has left town, his regrets force him to follow her to her new home in Arizona. To his terror, he investigates the situation that Nancy has been pulled in and he finds that things are not exactly what they seem. Realizing how unfair his behavior was, he vows to save her at all costs. Will Dan listen to his gut instinct and dare to take the leap for real love’s sake?

The more determined Nancy is to avoid him, the more determined Dan becomes to win her heart. Will their minds be open to a future together, against all odds? Can they compensate for a rocky start and find a way to make their two worlds one?

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