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"At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. What's it like, Joan?" "It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards. Wary they might be. He knew that he could translate literally. “Do you mind if I tweeze your eyebrows?” Shari asked her. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. I am suspected of having shot the man.
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