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272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. "Got the rooms mixed. ” There was genuine interest in her eyes now. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced.
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