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The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. The face that looked down upon Ann Veronica was full of amiable intention. Wood. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. I was born on an island in the South Seas. She ignored his question. ’ ‘Who were they?’ she asked abruptly. You are welcome to proclaim yourself ‘Alcide’ if you will. "Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch.
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