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It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. But I have remembered the horse and have asked this sergeant that a soldier fetch him. Not a breath was drawn. Nor can we. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out.

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