The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. "Where did you find it!" asked Wood. His brows drew a little nearer together.
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