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Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage.
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