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Her head rose. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. . Something in her tone made him look up.

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