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... from the portal of flames were a disguised Alice, Fenna in ordinary attire, and Morris, carrying a cane and dressed in a dark grey overcoat.

Duncan needed Morris’s knowledge to aid his own understanding of the city and to find the whereabouts of “Brown Scott.” He needed Fenna’s expertise to locate the Heretics and, where possible, to establish contact with the local church. As for Alice…

Actually, she wasn’t much needed, but Alice wanted to come and have a look—on the other hand ...

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