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The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. “Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. Capes became rigid and adhesive. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed.
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