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48| F A T H E R S , SON AND F U T U R E D A U G H T E R — I N — L A W T I M E ZENJA WINCHESTER FOLLOWED the trail of grace that seemed to float in the air. She was the only one who could see the trail since she had the ability of sight. Imagine the people's reactions if they could all see what she could see, they'd have nightmares for days. Zen sighs in relief when she sees Jack sitting against the root of a tree. She frowns when she watches the stray tears rolling down his cheeks, his hand over his ears as if he was trying to block out loud noises. But the forest was silent, all she could hear were the cackling of thunder and the faint sound of the camp. " J?", she calls softly. Jack did not respond and continued to close his eyes shut. Zenja pursed her lips and took a careful
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