She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Don’t be late if you can help it. The skipper obeyed, and in another moment, they swept through the narrow lock. Suddenly he stopped short.
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