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The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. ’ She turned, her eyes narrowed. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. ’ Melusine shrugged.
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