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Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. Hastening to the church, he entered it by the very door near which his first crime had been committed. I thought that he was dead. 5.
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