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"Now's your time," cried Blueskin, struggling desperately with his assailants and inflicting severe cuts with his knife. I’m not Gerald, remember. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend. 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. Melusine saw fire in his eyes and a streak of heat rushed through her to match it.
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