Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. The Red Room.
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