You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. But get up behind, Blueskin. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square.
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