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It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. When you send for me I shall come back. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. Thing's upset you a bit.

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