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She recoiled. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she found herself. Sebastian returned to find her blood dripping into the crucible. Brown strode to center stage and Lucy quieted the instruments with a gesture. He loved you. I have slept with it under my pillow. Hours were spent in preparation for the event. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade.
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