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Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. The crash was tremendous. Blueskin, however, was not unattended. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth.
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