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The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. But probably not the truth.
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