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''Please feel this stone, Miss Walker," he said, placing her hand against the cold rock beside the wooden door. |
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Her imagination immediately became rampant once more. She thought of the thousands of hands that must, over the centuries, have rested right there. Of the hands that had diligently constructed the fort and the blockhouse. |
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"That's right. Do not resist." Pierce's voice murmured soothingly into her ear. He sounded far away. She heard a pounding in her head. Was it her own heartbeat? It sounded rather like the sounds of tramping feet. |
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Her eyes stared at the stone, but they began to close. |
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She felt sleepy. So sleepy. |
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The last words she heard before she fell unconscious were Pierce's. His voice had lost its nasality. Its tone was familiar. |
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"You must right a grievous wrong, my daughter," he said. |
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