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The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Sebastian, too, seemed to be immune, even though cats, dogs, and beasts of the suffered just as the humans did: blackening and dying, their eyes rolling, their bodies covered with bald buboes. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. There were two of them. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key.
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