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” His eyes were squeezed shut. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. I believe—I believe that I must risk it. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. He's got the gift of the gab. She had never had a real doll.
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