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There were three exit doors. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Gerald’s task was to stop him from doing so. Only promise me this. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. She still had her letter of credit.
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