The Devil’s Right Hand / Правая рука дьявола: 3 Isurfaced, lying on my side against chill, slick marble. Warm sunlight striped my cheek. I’d been out a long time. Hot iron bands clamped around my shoulders, lifted me. “Dante.” Japhrimel’s voice, ragged and rough as it had only been on

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