He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. ” He digested her statement as part threat and part promise. I shall be delighted to rescue you.
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