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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He looked at True Son in his slate eyes flamed with dangerous smokey violet light that had only smoldered in them<br>before." page 42</div>]]></description>
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         <title>our fingers itched like fire on our hatchets and triggers. pg 6</title>
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         <title>page 5. the colonial was the peacefullest man, Del used to say, but mad as a wolverine </title>
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         <title>&quot;His brother-in-law, the West Wind, with his clear breath revived him&quot; Ch.11 p.76</title>
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         <description><![CDATA["His feet felt light as a deer hooves climbing the mountains and jogging down the eastern slopes." Page 28 
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         <title>&quot;An ancient sycamore stood at the forks, one dead limb pointing to the gloomy trail to Pennsylvania. On the far side, a live branch pointed to the path running bright and free to home.&quot; pg 11</title>
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         <title>When he went from the council house, the guard kept hold of him like a haltered beast. chapter 3</title>
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         <title>The boys moccasins wanted to race down the path. </title>
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         <title>Chapter 2- &quot;Every day the savages would be lying thick as copper snakes in the woods around them.&quot;</title>
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