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She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. There must be something behind the missioner's actions, something of which the girl knew nothing nor suspected.
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