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Her radiance was reflected in the dark crimson burgundy in her glass. She was smiling. She was, Raymond Armond thought, even more lovely than he had ever seen her. |
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The ornate silver tray displayed it all in front of him. |
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On it lay the heart, the hand, the brain and the small silver vial that he had only heard about. |
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"They are yours," she smiled, "my gift to you. You are whole again, Raymond Armond. You have paid your settlement, and you have served me well." |
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The old man surveyed the items spread out before him and tried to cope with his disturb- |
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