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| 190db34 | "I held my hand up, frowning. "Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from?" "The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist." Father Vincent said. "In Northern Italy." I said. He nodded. "In Turin, to be exact." "He nodded again, his expression reserved. "Someone stole the freaking ?" I demanded. "Yes." | shroud-of-turin | Jim Butcher |