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to dig my heels into the shifting rock
ked toward the shadows where the iron ken
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pressing my spine agai
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: the small, smooth surface of a lapis lazuli bead hidden in my pocket. It was the only thing I had left
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other side of the fence, watching me tremble.
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shed marble floor of the West Wing. S
place. She looked angelic, painted in soft pastel
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my head. I lay there, panting, my blood
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from his jacket pocket. The l
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, uncorked it, and swallowed