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What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. You'll do. Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. You really are extremely stupid, Melusine.
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