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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: place beyond question. Through the picket fence she could make
out the looming shadows of many buildings, and spidery iron
structures that seemed to cobweb the darkness, and - and - Her
face mirrored her misery. She had thought of a single building.
Where, inside there, amongst all those rambling structures, with
little time, perhaps none at all, to search, was she to find the
Adventurer?
She did not try to answer her own question - she was afraid that
her dismay would get the better of her if she hesitated for an
instant. She crossed the street, choosing a spot between two of
the arc lamps where the shadows were blackest. It was a high fence,
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