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Elinor paused in her hair brushing, and sank down on the stool, absently propping her chin on her brush. Outside Etwald found Dido waiting for him. He looked at her significantly. Patricia had barely clicked the bolts in the glass upper doors and heard the heavy clash of the wooden contact as Bruce slid the great leaves of the big door into place, when with a swish and sweep the storm broke..
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