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The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. “What are you two whispering about?” She turned towards Martin. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. ” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. I haven't touched the other.
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