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He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. She approached a soft-looking bespectacled girl she had seen once in the halls and noticed for her haunted look. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness.
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