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Truxton King

CHAPTER XII
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"The candle! Light a fresh one.

My hands are bound." She crept to the candles and joined the wicks.

A new light grew as the old one died.

Then she stood erect, looking down upon him.
"You are bound.

I forgot." She started forward, dropping to her knees beside him, an eager gleam in her eyes.


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