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TWENTY-ONE The safe house was in a small town near the Belgian border. The house itself was distinctly European, with a steep mansard roofline and charming shutters, but beyond that, the planned community offered zero in the way of diversity or interest. The town might have been anywhere. Like London, it was entirely devoid of life. Except for the pair of black motorcycles that had traversed its roads. Surprisingly well-preserved roads they were, too, except for the occasional ragged crack or pothole. The bigger problem was the rotting husks of abandoned cars, but the motorcycles had maneuvered around them handily, and Magnus was again impressed with Nola. From what Jack had told him, he gathered that Nola was the person Jack trusted most in the world, aside from Hawk. She and Nola had
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