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Vladimir put an arm around him. "Not until your leg is better." he said softly. "I'll help you." He walked Daemon past the iron gates into the cemetery. All the names of the staff were carved into the stones, some missing the dates that they were born. The angels and Virign Marys either had their hands outstretched as if waiting for an embrace or in a praying clasp, their faces expressing a sort of happiness or were blank.
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