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From: | Juana Baca |
Subject: | Re: information |
Date: | Sat, 9 Dec 2006 22:22:45 +0500 |
Small bluish fires like spirit-lanterns dotted the surface of the board which had served as his desk.
She might take one casual glance in here and immediately realize in some arcane way what had happened. "He had already dropped his gaze to the sheet of paper in the typewriter; he was looking for the hole.
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