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Th?ra peered at the floor, but couldn't see anything that could have frightened Mark?s that much, only three mounds of dust. She moved the light of her torch over them. It took her some time to realize what she was seeing- and then it was all she could do not to let the torch slip from her hand. 'Good God,' she said. She ran the light over the three faces, one after another. Sunken cheeks, empty eye-sockets, gaping mouths; they reminded her of photographs of mummies she'd once seen in National Geographic. 'Who are these people?...

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