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With each scissoring cut into the thick, high wire fence, he understood the inevitable, confirmed
by his heavy breathing and the sweat that fell from his hairlineNo matter how hard he tried to keep
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binoculars; a scabbarded hunting knifeThey were all the predator needed, for he was now behind
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memory—a scholar who had another wife, other children, all slaughtered
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