Colin Thomas

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Faint ticks, by the thousands, merged into a sound like wind-driven sleet against a windowpane. Daniel looked down to see it was just hordes of fleas who had abandoned the rat corpses and converged on him from all across the cellar, and were now ricocheting off his leather boots.
The Baroque Cycle: Quicksilver, The Confusion, and The System of the World
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