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‘Madwoman,’ he screamed back, as he climbed over the next pew, eyes darting down briefly to check for his sword. Amongst the ring-leaders was Blueskin, whose swarthy features and athletic figure were easily distinguished. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes.
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