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’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. Wood. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. I was the last on board. On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head.
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