’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. He's a nice boy, a good student. ‘Jacques?’ she called. You were wide the mark, physically; otherwise you had him pat. Bodies were piled high in the streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that came within hours, not days. Farewell.
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