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The terror faded from her eyes. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Mirrors.
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