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The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. ‘Who in the name of heaven is this Leonardo? And why did he kiss you?’ ‘He was an Italian soldier, and he wanted to kiss me,’ Melusine said, goaded. It was an easy one to smell early on, Sebastian had taught her: anything reproductive. He seemed to be.

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