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She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. At breakfast both of them played their parts skillfully. Your mother arrived, and she knew me for what I was, she whispered to me curses against werewolves and vampires when I was alone in a room with her.
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