I T WAS a-typical evening from all appearances. No casual observer passing by would have noticed anything was amiss. Th e three were seated quietly in antique high-backed chairs around a small dining room table. The tablecloth had been imported. It was a fine Swiss linen, and there were matching linen napkins—both decorated delicately with a light floral pattern...
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