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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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five minutes before she died, Grace Cahill changed her will. Her lawyer brought out the alternate version which had been her most guarded secret for seven years. Whether or not she would actually be crazy enough to use it. William McIntyre had never been certain madam, he asked. Are you sure? Grace gazed out the window across the sunlit meadows of her estate. Her cat Salahuddin snuggled beside her as he had throughout her illness. But his presence was not enough to comfort her Today. She was about to set in motion events that might cause the end of civilization. Yes. William! Her every breath was painful. I'm sure William broke the seal on the brown leather folder. He was a tall, craggy man. His nose was pointed like a sundial, so it always cast a shadow over one side of his face. He had been Grace's adviser, her closest confident for half her life. They had shared many secrets over the years, but none as perilous as this. He held the document for her to review a fit of coughing, racked her body Saladin me out with concern. Once the coughing past, William helped her take the pen, she scrawled her weak signature across the paper. They're so young, William lamented if only their parents, but their parents didn't. Grace said bitterly. And now the Children must be old enough. They are our only chance if they don't succeed Than 500 years of work have been for nothing, Grace said. Everything collapses the family, the world. All of it. William nodded grimly. You took the folder from her hands. Grace sat back stroking Saladin's for the scene outside the window made her sad. It was two Gorgeous a day to die. She wanted to have one less picnic with the Children. She wanted to be young and strong, and traveled the world again. But her eyesight was failing, her lungs labored. She clutched her jade necklace. A good luck talisman she found in china years ago. It had been with her through many close calls and death, many lucky mrs. But the talisman couldn't help her anymore. She had worked hard to prepare for this day. Still, there was so much to be left and done so much. She had never told the Children. It will have to be enough, she whispered. And with that Grace cahill closed her eyes for the last time.