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She ran towards the arched stone door, her mouth forming an “O” of surprise as she realized that she was in the high turret of an ocean side castle. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Wiped out, but for these. Wild, he asserted, had robbed him of a large sum of money, and till it was restored he would never plead. For when this Joan said it, I had a memory.
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