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” “She didn’t say she’d met any one. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time.
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