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Mike answered the door while still toweling his hands dry. He looked at her reproachfully. “Okay. But you could have just as easily lost your womb in the Pestilence, and your life. ‘Not yet, madame. 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. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead.
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