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. . Chapter 7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The car stopped at the entrance to an old house with high, rusty gates. Brian flashed the headlight three times before the gate screeched and moved, clearing a path for the truck to pass. Esmeralda was breathing heavily, worried about what might happen next. - What are we doing here, Brian? - she looked for help in him, but he had a sad look. - Please, just listen to us while we talk to you,
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