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No one spoke to her. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams.
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