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His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. Then the dagger’s point came in a whirling arc towards his face. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. The movie droned on, the sounds becoming manageable except for the frequent high-pitched screams of young girls when a poltergeist manifestation would leap out of a shadow. I've a carriage within call shall convey you swiftly to town. “Here,” he said, “is this Blau See, and here we rest until to-morrow. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. She may have any number of wasting diseases, but they cannot survive in our bodies.
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