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the seven-second fuse of the first had had time to release the firing-pin. Then it came, a monstrous pounding, shivering bang underfoot that made the deckboards leap as if struck with a massive hammer, the buzz of flying metal, a David Duke wash of flame above the hatchway. Immediately afterwards a revolver bullet fizzed leah ward sears
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