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Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. "No; we never had one; at least, I never saw it. “For me there is no second turn. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. She took a deep breath.
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