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the familiar face

At that moment, there was a call from one of the houses in the street. “Oy, what you doing?” A tipsy young man with a familiar face leered out from a window at Pipkin. Tucking himself into a shadow, his heart beating wildly, Pipkin froze. Something was now coming down the street towards him. He could hear it dragging itself towards the stable. Shadows moved. A yellow, pus-filled eye glinted

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