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..., its walls and both floors weathered by rain and time. Splitting up,..., so silent that the loose shingles didn't click underfoot. His eyes ... the warm glow of the window. Wood splintered and snapped as he broke..., threatening to stick in the wood. Leonardo kept his katana close and...taking a piece of burnt black wood from the edge of the fire...to the floor, and the rough wood scraped at the bloody mess of...

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