‘You see now how dangerous it is to play this lone hand. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. Charcoal.
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