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She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. How much he would be able to do for her. “The bravest of us have joints in our armour. Kneebone and his friends would be glad of a little refreshment. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet.
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