Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. “You’re. ” The ants seemed to salute in attention.
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