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‘Ah, the tragedy. If he got her outside, surely the soldiers would see her and intervene. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. Lucy tried not to make her cringe noticeable. The Procession to Tyburn. Lucy finished Michelle off, leaving only a dry, unrecognizable husk. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain.
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