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It was horrible. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. ” He stated, trying to maintain his calm.
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