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Shari squealed, clutching her towel around her. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. “It may be her salvation. ” He found her bra beneath his pillow and handed it to her. " "By the name of The Tigress?" The doctor smiled, but shook his head. Lead, worth nothing at all until Hoddy picked them up; then they became full of magic.
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