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The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. He opened the door for her with a faint disagreeable smile. " Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. It isn’t. “Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there.
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