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The Temptress Thirteen. That was their name, partially for the hair colour. It was entirely beside the point, he thought, that there were only two of them.
"Why thirteen?"

"Friends that were..."
"...and are no more"
Their answer was hissed, in a pained way, like the wound was still fresh.

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