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    <title>Hanna267</title>
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    <collections>Part Three</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1951</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Flame, Shadows</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿260

the lamp and ran it up to the roof. A nimbus of flame
danced for a moment in the globe, flickered and
vanished, and from all the corners of the kitchen,
ancient shadows crept out, silent-footed, to sit by the
dying fire.

- THE EN D -
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