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He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. Sebastian grabbed a rock from a corner and bashed in its skull. He it was who formed the grand design of a robber corporation, of which he should be the sole head and director, with the right of delivering those who concealed their booty, or refused to share it with him, to the gallows. Looking for something, or someone, probably. "I am no murderer," replied Sheppard.
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