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32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. And if sometimes I grow heady—and it's in the blood— remind me of this day when you took me out of hell—a thief. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient.
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