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\" She cooed into his ear, stroking his chest hair. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. "I've often heard of a secret door in this room, though I never saw it.
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