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’ Gerald shrugged. ” “I was turned shortly after the Pestilence, the plague that they call the Black Death. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. ‘I do not know your Gérard. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. Carp, tench, and roach were so divided that even the fins, heads and fleshless spines were sold. But he had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his attention to another quarter.
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