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She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. Men do not understand constancy as women do. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. She looked stealthily at Anna.
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