A door slammed. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. " "You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. There was a loose button on that coat, and I want to sew it on. He fondled her naked breasts with his fingers, then his mouth.
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