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in the dark. Others

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cathedral furnace. It took

along a crack in the floor. Lirael paced near

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rows furrowed. "I

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ty through the cracked stained glass. Velgrave loo

thing ha

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tighter around himself, she caught a whiff of

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her stirred in the dark. A dr

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