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    S up slo t t s day it  t  beyond foreboding and toucainty.

    tle less t—s. Sea ers closing over errible, approaco draw o lighs.

    S in bed, uncertain of where she even was.

    And to , murmuring, rocking il tic sobbing ceased. ed , s t he doorway.

    tle brotoo, she hall by her screams.

    o  t on Dianoras bed w lighe dark.

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    tell me t ty years after, Dianora felt an ac  a little  all.  to he dark?

    Sold ly so as not to umbling ers closing over  evil, to unbind trut it away.

    t morning, before opening udio and beginning aken bot tes and souto teaco s o be afraid  ter.

    Srange, t Baerd, bending over in t first morning,  a small darting fised er and pride.

    Every fine morning t summer to to sime autumn came s c as easy in ter as if it o her.

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