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    Fatfall.

    t doelep  of news.

    the roads are bad. I hope hell be safe.

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    Be-iron gates, a s, snoicent flourisure, perfect Palladian  seemed to self ss of an antique cypress. It  nig s s, retiring, melanced but for a lig flickered in an upstairs  migion of a star, if any stars could rated t ce and sa of a tangle of till, te rose.

    te clanged loudly s beoo loudly. For an instant, t reverberating clang seemed final, empic, ominous as if te, no from tside try garden. And, from a distance, t distance  tell,  singular sound in t roaring, as of a beast of prey.

    In too muco alloimidated, o to, it came to , as  at first, made of brass, but, instead, of gold. Before, ly in upon so many, many flo, free-standing jars of crystal t it seemed to its ake of perfumed breat the hall.

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