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converged on it to collect him. The passage outside the kitchen was also empty and unlit, though the hall at its farther end was illuminated. Knife in hand, Bete Noire Bond crept along to the corner and peered round. Evgeny was standing with his hands on his hips in the open doorway at the side sim brothel

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