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“No, you
can’t.” Stephen’s distress jolted her to struggle to get rid of the ropes tying
her hands. The voices were louder and
for a moment one of them sounded familiar. The door slid open. It was Ling, the
big bad wolf in sheep’s clothing. He smiled and slowly swung the katana. “No!”
she screamed.
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