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There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. She held out the foil. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar.
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