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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the dungeon:
I heard the key turn in the lock and I looked up as the door swung open. His moustache swept the floor and his lantern jaw rattled against his prominent front teeth making the kind of clacking sound that usually indicated a case of severe rickets. He withdrew a pen knife from deep within the drawstring cotton pantaloons and preceeded to whittle on an old style clothes peg. I watched as he created a near perfect carving of a tiny childs hand reaching to the sky as if to ask the gods why? Placing the hand on the wine crate by my feet. He turned and walked out. Turning the key as he left my sight for ever.
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