The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to come that I had in mind.
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