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“Father Hubbard wants to see you,” the smaller vampire said, looking with contempt at the weapon in Seven’s hand. “Come when the clocks toll seven.” “Tell Hubbard I’ll be there when it’s convenient,” said Seven with a touch of venom. “Not just you,” the taller boy said. “I haven’t seen Kit,” Seven said with a touch of impatience. “If he’s in trouble, your master has a better idea where to look for him than I do, Corner.” It was an apt name for the boy. His adolescent frame was all angles and points. “Marlowe’s been with Father Hubbard all day.” Corner’s tone dripped with boredom. “Has he?” Seven said, eyes sharp. “Yes. Father Hubbard wants the witch,” Corner’s companion said. “I see.” Seven’s voice went flat. There was a blur of black and silver, and his polished dagger was quive r
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