He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. . . It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide.
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