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“I thought that I heard a groan,” Anna whispered. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. ” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. ‘Soldier of fortune. Surely it was a dream. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet.
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