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... ent like a woman's scream when she saw me walking behind her.
Then, a door from one of the rooms, bursted open. Instead of a fearsome beast, out dashed a torrent of thick, industrial-grade black chains. They zipped across the floor and wrapped themselves around her left hand with an almost excessive enthusiasm, like a puppy who just found its owner's leg.
Stronges looked at the chain-covered hand, then at the assembled group, and delivered her line with all the subtlety of a truc ...
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