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“Nor has the queen.” Seven devoted his attention to the wharves on the shoreline, and his right hand rested on the hilt of his sword. I had never imagined that Old St. Paul’s would be so big. I gave myself another pinch. I had been administering them since spotting the Tower (it, too, looked enormous without skyscrapers all around) and London Bridge (which functioned as a suspended shopping mall). Many sights and sounds had impressed me since our arrival in the past, but nothing had taken my breath away like my first glimpses of London. “Are you sure you don’t want to dock in town first?” Anthony had been dropping hints about the wisdom of this course of action since we’d climbed into the boat. “We’re going to the Blackfriars,” Seven said firmly. “Everything else can wait.” Anthony loo
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