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She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. Twenty-one, twenty-two. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. " "Blueskin's only chance would be to carry his threat into effect," pursued the woollen-draper.
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