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Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause. “Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle.
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