’ Joan sniffed. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. "Here's a door," remarked Ireton, when he got to that nearest the leads, "which I could have sworn would have resisted anything. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. Critically, she stared at her own features.
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