Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Darrell stopped, and drew his sword. Denis, did you say? I hope that no one of our friends has met with an accident. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town.
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