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- A woman stood a yard to his left. She was dressed head to toe in skintight black, crisscrossed with charcoal straps and belts. Holsters rode low on her thighs, like the ones on a Special Forces soldier or an old-time gunslinger. A wide hood hid her face in shadows, and her cloak settled around her like a parachute.
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 22
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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