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The lamp went first.A cracked and swinging oil lamp, clasped in the thin hand of a stumbling girl. Her breath came quick, quavering; hushed for fear. Her dirty turnshoes scuffed over the rough and dusty floor, halting. Behind, hobnails crunched and clacked slow over the tile. Five pairs, laced to t...
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