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There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. You can borrow any of my outfits anytime, you know. ’ Melusine sank against the wall of the corridor, closing her eyes. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. The Kanaka— which means man—is a Sandwich Islander, with a Malayan base.
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