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’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. ‘That was one of my own clever stories. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only because the drivers that had handled the job for generations were sick or dead.
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