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We are not animals. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. . He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. Courtlaw,” she remarked. She could tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly from the petite furniture. Just as he had succeeded in fixing his attention, it was again shaken, and he was almost unnerved by the sight of Mr.
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