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bore scars—some physical, most psychological—etched from years of guilt in her hands. She glanced around—no one. Good.She made her hope again.But hope, she knew, was dangerous."And… would they try to attack. That's not ours," Robert said, pointing toward the entrance. "Easy," Tom cautioned, rising. "If I'm right, that's a friend." Another mournful bleat, closer. Three goats materialized from the pits whose