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Camilla doesn't have to peek at her cards to answer. A good thing, because her attention's elsewhere, eyes darting to the corners of the room, looking to see if there's anything in the shadows. "I haven't got any," she says, so preoccupied she doesn't even pronounce the ritual go fish in which she ought to be delighting. "Something's wrong, Charles." Puzzlement in her voice. How can he not know it? Charles knows everything Camilla knows. They think the same. They can finish each other's sentences. It's always been that way. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.