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Chapter 8

Eleven thirty rolled around faster than anyone expected. Salen and Margaret stood outside the dungeons, waiting for Samuel to arrive with his men.

"I sure hope they're okay." Margaret whispered, pulling her jacket tighter around her body. The brisk October air sent cold chills up Salen's spine.

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