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The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. He stabbed into her with brute force. Kneebone smiled assent. I may want you.
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