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... at were almost fuchsia. She met them at the door, wearing the burgundy and black robes of her office and a pair of hair decorations that looked like they were made of something’s vertebra. Her greeting was an ominous warning to eject any lies they might be thinking of telling from their bodies before they approached one who had long studied the offspring of retribution and mercy.
And then she had them spit three times on the blade of a heated knife before she let them inside.
Thi ...
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