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But now another ht, not quite in fla And the street he was on a river, and the people reeds

This was the church on Lillian Dyson’s easel Unfinished, but already a work of genius If he’d had any doubts, seeing the real thing vanquished the anddynamic and alive And deeply attractive

As Gamache watched, the cars beca the church were reeds Floating in Drawn in

As was he

"Hi, welco"

Chief Inspector Gamache hadn’t even entered the church but he’d already found his People on either side of hi He tried not to think they were s maniacally, but one or two of the woh the door and down the stairs into the dingy, ill-lit basearettes and bad coffee, of sourlooked like it had a filthe hand she offered

"Your first ti hiht place"

"I felt like that too, at first But give it a chance Why don’t I introduce you to someone Bob!" she bellowed

An older man with an uneven beard andhis coffee with his finger

"I’ll leave you with hi escort "Men should stick withthe Chief Inspector to wonder further just what heinto

"Hi My name’s Bob"

"Armand"

They shook hands Bob’s seemed sticky Bob seemed sticky

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