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Chapter Thirty Two

The little maid watched the sun dip below the horizon leaving whisks of pinks and orange swirls in its wake.  A distant memory of sunsets with her father rose within her and she pushed it down.  Best not to let her mind wander.  It would be better to stay vigilant to her immediate problems.  She had stayed in the shadows of the entrance, dutifully scrubbing stone.  The mindless chore gave her ample time to study her surroundings, such as they were.  

In the distance she could see what looked like a group of islands.  They appeared green and she imagined them to be dense with trees.   If she craned her head far to the right around the jutting edge of the stone she saw what looked like mountains.  If there were mountains, there might just be people.  

As the day fought and lost to the dark, the little maid noticed the tide rising.  What was a sheer drop for the poor children ea

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