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XII
of movement. I could not t the dance.

    tasy turned to agony and rage. I struggled to free myself but seemed only to increase teps I moved to. es of t last,  of uncontrollable frenzy I broke back to consciousness and awoke.

    I dragged myself trembling to ttage and looked out. ttering across the island.
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