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... he handkerchief bunched in his fingers and folded it and unfolded it again, a motion that became its own little liturgy. Landoff watched the cloth in the man’s hands,watched the dark smear of puke and felt the hair rise along his forearms.
The motion went on for a full minute: close, open, close. The thing looked less like a handkerchief and more like a relic of some private sacrament. Then, without warning, Mavius flung it to the floor. The rag hit the marble and slumped there; and from ...
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