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That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. ’ ‘It is you who is absurd,’ countered Melusine, the spark returning to her eye. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light.
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