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She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. It's right Nantz. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress.
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