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margin-bottom: 24px; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"Dante's compound was what had once been Devon's foremost psychiatric facility. A madhouse, in other words.
Olivia was unsure if he had bought it out of nostalgia or a wicked sense of irony. What was more sure was the brutal practicality of such an arrangement. High walls, guard towers, windowless rooms, all par for the /She took the other Olivia with her that night when she went to visit Dante, the sight of her strangely comforting. The ghouls at the gate of Dante's compound didn't blink an eye at her twin, but waved her car through, the gate sliding closed behind /There was a sense of creeping dissonance, Olivia felt, like the madness was closer to the surface than usual. The lights in the malkavian clubhouse were out, too, the only people about were Dante's guards and retainers./p