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“The candle Sasha, quickly!” Footsteps like wing beats brisked the length of the dark hall, then Nora, on her knees, felt a length of wax press her palm. Rather than light it, she bit and swallowed two-inch pieces at a time, chasing the hidden torch with a still-burning match. “Will it see the beacon?” Sasha asked, splaying a quivering hand across Nora’s stomach — a stomach which kicked in reply.

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