" "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. ’ He glanced about and saw his quarry holding court at one end of the vast mirrored chamber. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. What his head conceived his hand executed.
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