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Charvill’s fury was burning out. " And he conferred apart with Jonathan. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. Not a word passed between them. “I’m sorry. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself.
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