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The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. "You are my prisoner, Jack. Refused admittance, they broke open the door. That’s all. "I've counted ten coffins so far. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard.
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