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By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. Thames Darrell MUST die.
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