Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. "I am your most unhappy son. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. And now, let's see who'll refuse the pledge. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart.
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