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Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. He was into the passage in time to see her slip into another chamber at the end. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance. Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him.
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