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” He smiled and buzzed her in to the glass doors, which opened by an unseen electronic hand. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He allowed his irons and clothes to be taken off without resistance. “Hainault was Celeste’s friend, and Celeste was Annabel’s enemy,” Courtlaw said. " "My father was of the blood-royal of France," exclaimed Thames. ‘Well, we’ll just go on up and have a look at this here passage, missie, shall we?’ ‘Have I not been saying so?’ snapped Melusine, exasperated.
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