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Torture?” Primrose’s tone was thoughtful. “Cold tea?” “German poetry.” Percy reached to a shelf and offered up an unpleasantly fat leather-bound volume. Rue was arrested. “There’s such a thing as German poetry?” Primrose nodded seriously. “Yes. Save yourself.

Gail Carriger

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