' 'And you're okay?' 'I'm fine. Not rifles; it was too loud and fast for that. ou crazy? That's what he wants! The minute you break the glass, those shutters disappear and Mr Gray is in here. And he was blinded by the explosion of light, by the rush of wind, by the passage of somethingthat had be
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