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Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically. To—to find myself. Diane seemed more interested in the prestige of her violin skills than in the more sordid subject of her vampirism.
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