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The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. It was time to leave America. ‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. Howard Taber. She swallowed hard. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful.
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