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She loved to walk through the gardens, graced with columns that loomed overhead. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk.
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