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. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. like rabies. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. ‘Moreover, no one will believe any more that Yolande is me when they see this. When he reached the happy ending, he waited. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. Wild's orders. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall.
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