"He's not to blame," said Jack, rising. And listen, John. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He did not move. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been.
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