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"Well, think, think."
The man's cold breath, like the impermanence of hell, made her feel so close to death for the first time.
Vichy Colman, with his survival instinct, nods. "Of course I do.But how do you prove it?"
'Very well.'
The frost melts off Makino Field's grim face, and the moderately thin...
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