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the well

There just below lay the bodies. They were inert, cool to the touch, unconscious. Broken ropes coiled over them like serpents. The father was unattached. How could he have weighed on the lines? The lamp showed nothing underneath the supine men but moist earth packed flat by the water's erstwhile press. The rescuer tugged several times on the ladder, and was answered from above by the lash of a cord.

 


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