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, storm-shuttered shut.
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Her hands tied ...
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wet, rawhide strips
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... her ankles bound ...
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Semuid said, "if
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the party renews
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I'll save you.
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The countrymen united
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, the Gatekeeper won't
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rise to protest
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... sword in hand ...
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he vainly jesters
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Father Nestjemm moved
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, covering her face
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... with stained bandages ...
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Then, neither did
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anything to predict ...
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Semuid and Squimen's
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... decisive next move.
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Three extraterrestrial Christians
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... pondering the situation,
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skins sloughing off,
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amidst subterrestrial mutants
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found brave change
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amid the mushrooms
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where flags waved
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, Albaerian squids' flags.
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Then rains came ...
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in cooling drops
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... slithering off cheekbones ...
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