It fell with a clatter to the floor. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. Opening the trap-door, he then descended to the vaults —searched each cell, and every nook and corner separately. Then to Dan Ware's, in Hanging Sword Court. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be.
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