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‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. ’ A burning at his chest, the general ground his teeth. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose.
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