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“Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. The individual twist was always there, even in the cleverest forgeries. It might as well be Melusine herself. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness.
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