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... Barachiel." He clapped, though it was more of a polite golf clap — just enough to acknowledge, not enough to suggest he enjoyed the show. "One worthy of an encore. Although, personally, I prefer a little less... you know… mutilation."
Isadora wiped a streak of someone else's blood off her sleeve with all the grace of a refined lady dabbing at a wine stain. "Lucifer, you taught me to fight with that mask on." She took a step toward the pergola, where three out of the original four pillars ...
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