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God, we suck. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. 55 <7> THE MANOR, 1349 They moved to the country manor in the autumn of 1349, when plague was still raging through the city. I have seen many of them. He’ll appoint a meeting place with you and be ready at any time to bring a message to me.
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