#29276 - Presenting themselves to the security personnel whose offices lay behind thick glass, the princess obtained an immediate audience with the chief of security, a woman possessing a face ravaged by the years going by the name of Olga. “You know, don’t you? You must tell me,” Laura demanded, a devilish smile forming on her face. The face mask was a mirror from the outside but from the inside, she could see out clearly.
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