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She’s taken my sword. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. She would be haunted by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the next hundred years. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. When she tried to speak she found it difficult. I’d come back from the ends of the earth.
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