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Nod, smile.
"Never say a bloody word, do you?" said Deacon Cusp.
Smile, smile.
"Idiot."
Smile. Smile. Watch.

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"It's merely a device," said Simony. "It does not present a problem."
"Give us an hour, then. You should just get to the Temple by the time we get the doors open."
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