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She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. The light would betray us. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves.
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