Cathy appeared in her bathrobe. Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. . Mr.
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