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CHAPTER XXIV
Word Count: 1967
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Released on: 17/11/2017
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The Clock and the Key
“Our gondola, far out on the lagoon, hardly moved. But neither Jacqueline nor I, under the red and white striped awning, cared much, and Pietro even dared to light a cigarette.”