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’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked, peering up at the multicolored banners that hung everywhere. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral.
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