Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. \" Michelle's shoulders sank, feeling the weight of the pack. ’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. I won’t even ask. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. He cocked an eyebrow.
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