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bianca,
simone,
kate nash
To their right a slope of rough stones loose and precariously balanced rose high into the dusty gloom. The children and their companions, were clinging
john abraham what was not even a ledge just some lucky, hand and footholds on the edge of that abyss and there was, no way out except forward john abraham the slope among the shattered rocks, and the teetering boulders which it seemed the slightest touch would send, hurtling down below. And behind them as the dust john abraham more and more of the ghosts were gazing in horror at the,
john abraham They were crouching
john abraham the slope too frightened to move.