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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for a story with the title 'Project Eden'.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  IN THE WAKE of Principal Director Perez's death, a new leadership emerged. Instead of a single person in charge, the principal director's responsibilities would be shared by a group including Celeste Johnson in New York and Parkash Mahajan in Jaipur. Their goal was simple—to get the Project back on track and lead it into the next phase of building a new, better civilization.
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conversations.value: Ash noticed one of the cabinet drawers was open. He went over and quickly rifled through the files hanging inside, but nothing there could tell him where Chloe went.
  USING A FLOOR map she'd found in the procedure room, Chloe navigated her way three corridors over to the medical staff quarters and began opening doors—closets, a communal shower and toilet area, a half-full bunk room. Toward the far end of the hall, she came to a door with a metal nameplate mounted in the center that read:
  Some kind of noise was coming from inside, but she couldn't tell if it was caused by a person or pipes in the walls.
  She twisted in surprise and started to pull her rifle off her shoulder, but stopped when she saw it was Ash and Robert.
  He looked at the nameplate on the door. "Medical director?" He turned back to her. "What's going on?"
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: "What's going on?". He went over and quickly rifled through the files hanging inside, but nothing there could tell him where Chloe went.
  USING A FLOOR map she'd found in the procedure room, Chloe navigated her way three corridors over to the medical staff quarters and began opening doors—closets, a communal shower and toilet area, a half-full bunk room. Toward the far end of the hall, she came to a door with a metal nameplate mounted in the center that read:
  Some kind of noise was coming from inside, but she couldn't tell if it was caused by a person or pipes in the walls.
  She twisted in surprise and started to pull her rifle off her shoulder, but stopped when she saw it was Ash and Robert.
  He looked at the nameplate on the door. "Medical director?" He turned back to her.Ash noticed one of the cabinet drawers was open.
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conversations.value: His mind was starting to spiral into the same worried loop it had been in before Chloe and Belinda walked up. To stop it before it consumed him, he opened Belinda's envelope and pulled out a small stack of paper from inside.
  He looked at the top sheet, intending on reading only a paragraph or two, but as he began, he knew he wouldn't stop until he read every word.
  But wait, you say, the story of the Sage Flu isn't finished. The whole world still hangs in the balance.
  To that, I say, you're not wrong. There are hundreds of stories in this universe that could still be told, some of which I might undertake at some point (no promises). But the story of 's attempt to lead the new world is done. , or at least how we've come to know it, has been gutted and left to die. Its story is finished.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Its story is finished.. , or at least how we've come to know it, has been gutted and left to die. But the story of 's attempt to lead the new world is done. There are hundreds of stories in this universe that could still be told, some of which I might undertake at some point (no promises).
  To that, I say, you're not wrong. The whole world still hangs in the balance.
  But wait, you say, the story of the Sage Flu isn't finished.
  He looked at the top sheet, intending on reading only a paragraph or two, but as he began, he knew he wouldn't stop until he read every word. To stop it before it consumed him, he opened Belinda's envelope and pulled out a small stack of paper from inside.His mind was starting to spiral into the same worried loop it had been in before Chloe and Belinda walked up
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  BEN BOWERMAN WIPED the sweat from his brow. It had to be one of the hottest New Year's Eves ever recorded on the San Francisco Peninsula. Well, it would be, he figured, if anyone were still keeping records.
  He knew the fact that he'd so far spent half the day digging into the ground probably influenced his opinion, but it still didn't take away from the fact that the day was warm, and that usually New Year's Eve was a time for jackets and scarves and sweaters.
  He already had three of the graves completed, and the fourth almost done. They weren't the standard six feet deep—more like four—but they would do just fine. After he removed the last bit of dirt from number four and evened out the bottom, he leaned against his shovel and looked out at the green rolling hills of the cemetery. In the past, a place like this was a peaceful home for the dead. Now, peaceful aside, it seemed like everywhere was home for the dead.
  For days he had known he was going to have to come out here and do this. The only question had been, how many graves would he have to dig?
  Of course he had. He'd been stuck on his couch riveted to the news coverage of the shipping containers that seemed to be spread around the world, belching out an as yet unknown substance.
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conversations.value: The pilot's name was Ian Lourdes, and he was dead right about the storm. Not more than a minute after Pax clicked his restraints into place and donned the headset hanging next to the seat, the plane was buffeted by a layer of unsettled air.
  Pax had given the flight crew the exact GPS coordinates for the end of the runway at the Ranch. With the storm, it was likely to have a fresh layer of snow, but it wouldn't be the first time the Combi had landed in similar conditions on this trip.
  Right before they began their descent, the pilot flipped on the intercom and said, "Buckle up. We're heading down."
  As Pax started to try again, they dropped out of the clouds into a swirl of snow. Pax craned his neck to get a better look out the window. They were at the Ranch all right. He recognized the valley.
  There was no distinction between the runway and the meadows surrounding it. As long as Lourdes stuck to the coordinates, Pax knew they'd be all right, but the knowledge didn't keep him from clenching up as the wheels sliced through the snowdrift and hammered onto the ground. The plane shook with the impact, but stayed moving in a straight line as the momentum slowed and finally died.
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conversations.value: The plane shook with the impact, but stayed moving in a straight line as the momentum slowed and finally died. Not more than a minute after Pax clicked his restraints into place and donned the headset hanging next to the seat, the plane was buffeted by a layer of unsettled air.
  Pax had given the flight crew the exact GPS coordinates for the end of the runway at the Ranch. With the storm, it was likely to have a fresh layer of snow, but it wouldn't be the first time the Combi had landed in similar conditions on this trip.
  Right before they began their descent, the pilot flipped on the intercom and said, "Buckle up. We're heading down."
  As Pax started to try again, they dropped out of the clouds into a swirl of snow. Pax craned his neck to get a better look out the window. They were at the Ranch all right. He recognized the valley.
  There was no distinction between the runway and the meadows surrounding it. As long as Lourdes stuck to the coordinates, Pax knew they'd be all right, but the knowledge didn't keep him from clenching up as the wheels sliced through the snowdrift and hammered onto the ground.The pilot's name was Ian Lourdes, and he was dead right about the storm.
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conversations.value: Applying pressure to the wounds, he looks around until he spots Chloe. "Over here! Over here!" Once he's sure she's seen him, he focuses on Matt again. "You're going to be fine. Hang in there."
  Matt's eyelids part a fraction of an inch. "Augustine...green..sky." Each word hitches a ride on a different breath.
  But he knows it's not going to be fine, and before Chloe can return with the first-aid kit, he watches helplessly as the man who founded the Resistance takes his last breath.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  As soon as the bikes were gassed up, and Josie and her two companions were outfitted for the trip, they took off.
  The ride over the snow-covered roads was cold and treacherous, but Josie barely noticed. She hugged tight to Chloe's back and peered over the woman's shoulder at the road ahead, sure that they would find her brother.
  When they reached the spot where the helicopter had landed, they stopped only long enough for a quick look before continuing south. After a while, the road veered to the east and met the interstate. Though it also had been covered with snow, they were able to increase their speed as they drove down the wider and better maintained I-15.
  About five miles before they reached Great Falls, Chloe signaled for Miller to follow her off the road.
  Chloe turned her head a few inches and yelled, "When I came through before, there was a roadblock not far from here. Would rather go around it this time."
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conversations.value: She removed the leash from the leg of the table. With the dog in tow, she walked back to the doorway. "Let's go, Mr. Impatient."
  THEY FOUND THREE bodies at the school—an older couple, who they assumed was husband and wife, in the caretaker's apartment in back of the kitchen; and a middle-aged Caucasian man in the headmaster's house.
  Since Sanjay could not help, Kusum and her father—after carefully wrapping themselves in protective clothing—carried the bodies out to a ditch others had dug in the jungle. They burned the bodies, and buried the remains deep enough so that no animal could drag a piece back into the compound.
  Once this was done, they divided up the rooms in the main dormitory. That evening, after most of the children were asleep, Sanjay, Kusum, her parents, and the four other adults who had joined Kusum's family on their exodus from Mumbai gathered in the living room of the headmaster's house. The dog, which Kusum had started calling Jeeval, had staked a claim to Kusum's lap.
  The woman named Ritu pointed across the room, at a stereo on the shelf next to the television. "There's one right there."
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' I wish I had more words to describe my appreciation for your help.'.
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conversations.value: The plan to broadcast the message around the world at the same time began years earlier, the work paying off nearly flawlessly as the code to execute is entered. There are a few minor glitches here and there, but these will be rectified presently.
  The words unspool on a loop that will repeat for the next several weeks. Principal Director Perez has been assured that by the time it finishes, it will lead to at least ninety percent of those still alive being identified.
  At that point, it will merely be a decision of who fits in the Project's plans for the future, and who does not.
  A couple mentions for the extra help on this one. First, Christine Buckhout, wine expert extraordinaire. Thank you for the info and the friendship. And with gratitude I can never fully express, my huge thanks to my editor and friend, Elyse Dinh-McCrillis. I wish I had more words to describe my appreciation for your help.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  TIME IS RUNNING out for the human race. First it was the test, a contained release of the KV-27a virus by its creators at. It proved so successful that the world gave it a name, the Sage Flu, and collectively breathed a sigh of relief when it seemed to burn itself out.
  It left its scars, though, on Army Captain Daniel Ash and his children, Josie and Brandon. His wife was one of the Sage Flu's first victims, and he was later accused of being the man responsible for its release. Ash had nothing to do with the spread of the disease, but he did plan on doing something to keep it from happening again.
  Aligning himself with a group that worked out of a secret facility in Montana, calling itself the Resistance, Ash, along with several others, went in search of the Project's headquarters, a place known as Bluebird, in hopes of stopping 's true plan—the removal of over ninety-nine percent of mankind so that humanity could have a restart.
  He found Bluebird on Yanok Island above the Arctic Circle, where he ran into former Project member Olivia Silva. She, too, had been looking for Bluebird, but while it seemed their goals were the same, she was not entirely forthcoming.
  Back in Montana, at the Resistance's headquarters known as the Ranch, a attack squad was spotted heading their way. Having no choice, Resistance leader Matt Hamilton sealed up the underground bunker where members were hiding. Two people were not able to make it inside on time. One was Daniel Ash's son, Brandon.
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conversations.value: Sanjay and the two cooks escorted the other managers individually into the medical supply room. The only exception was that they allowed Mr. Dettling to help his injured colleague.
  After making sure they'd taken all the mobile phones from the men, they shut the door and jammed a chair from the conference room under the handle. It wouldn't keep them inside for too long, but it would be enough for Sanjay and his new friends to get away.
  He gave each cook a few of the needles and several bottles of vaccine, then instructed them on how to administer it.
  Before taking off, Sanjay found a bag in one of the rooms, put the remaining vaccine and needles in it, then hurried from the building.
  Less than a minute later, he was speeding away from the compound, barely believing he'd actually done it. He had the vaccine, more than enough for Kusum's family. He couldn't wait to meet up with them again, sure that they were already out of town and nearing the rendezvous point.
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conversations.value: Sanjay and the two cooks escorted the other managers individually into the medical supply room. The only exception was that they allowed Mr. Dettling to help his injured colleague.
  After making sure they'd taken all the mobile phones from the men, they shut the door and jammed a chair from the conference room under the handle. It wouldn't keep them inside for too long, but it would be enough for Sanjay and his new friends to get away.
  He gave each cook a few of the needles and several bottles of vaccine, then instructed them on how to administer it.
  Before taking off, Sanjay found a bag in one of the rooms, put the remaining vaccine and needles in it, then hurried from the building.
  Less than a minute later, he was speeding away from the compound, barely believing he'd actually done it. He had the vaccine, more than enough for Kusum's family.
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conversations.value: IN HIS DREAM Ash is playing catch again. The air is springtime warm, and on its breeze the smell of barbecue.
  Brandon arcs the ball into the air, and Ash takes a few steps back so that it'll land right in his mitt, but he stumbles as he catches it, and falls onto the grass.
  Just as he thinks this, Ellen walks outside carrying a plate of brownies. Never mind that she's been dead nearly nine months. She's here now.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  A man roused from sleep in the middle of the night by the cry of one of his children. What parent hasn't experienced that? And, while stumbling toward their child's room in that confused bleariness between consciousness and dreams, who hasn't had that secret fear in the back of their mind, that maybe something is wrong? That maybe their son or daughter isn't merely coming down with a cold, or in the wake of a nightmare. But something much, much worse...
  SICK didn't just hook me. It hit me with a devastating uppercut on every primal level as a parent, a father, and a human being.
  Brett Battles has fashioned a blistering page turner that is destined to become a classic. This is a novel of paranoia, of fear, of a family blown apart by circumstances none of us could imagine, and ultimately, hope.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  A man roused from sleep in the middle of the night by the cry of one of his children. What parent hasn't experienced that? And, while stumbling toward their child's room in that confused bleariness between consciousness and dreams, who hasn't had that secret fear in the back of their mind, that maybe something is wrong? That maybe their son or daughter isn't merely coming down with a cold, or in the wake of a nightmare. But something much, much worse...
  SICK didn't just hook me. It hit me with a devastating uppercut on every primal level as a parent, a father, and a human being.
  Brett Battles has fashioned a blistering page turner that is destined to become a classic.
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conversations.value: Using a hose off of the engine on Nick's bike, he siphoned the remaining gas from Nick's tank into his to give himself the best chance for escape.
  His first inclination was to wait until dark, hoping that would make it harder to spot him. But the problem with that was the same problem they'd had the previous night. He would have to keep his speed down so he didn't kill himself. If he left now, in broad daylight, he could race through the desert and that might be the difference between survival and a bullet in his head.
  He shook himself. He couldn't think about that right now. He needed to go. He needed to get out. No one would know what happened to Nick and Lisa if he didn't.
  He wheeled his bike to the edge of the overhang, then took a last look back at the earthen ramp where his girlfriend and his brother had died. Unconsciously, he touched the cell phone in his pocket, making sure it was secured. He couldn't lose that, no matter what.
  BEFORE THE SUN came up that morning, the Army finally caved to media pressure, and flew several people back to the roadblock outside Sage Springs. These were the people who had driven their particular network's vans to the location before the quarantine had gone wide. They were now allowed to drive the vans back to Fort Irwin under the escort of four Army Humvees and three helicopters flying above. Each had a soldier equipped with a radio riding inside with the driver. No one was to get out of their vehicle, and they were to stop only if the escorts stopped, too. If there were any problems, the soldier with them would radio it in.
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conversations.value: If there were any problems, the soldier with them would radio it in.
  His first inclination was to wait until dark, hoping that would make it harder to spot him. But the problem with that was the same problem they'd had the previous night. He would have to keep his speed down so he didn't kill himself. If he left now, in broad daylight, he could race through the desert and that might be the difference between survival and a bullet in his head.
  He shook himself. He couldn't think about that right now. He needed to go. He needed to get out. No one would know what happened to Nick and Lisa if he didn't.
  He wheeled his bike to the edge of the overhang, then took a last look back at the earthen ramp where his girlfriend and his brother had died. Unconsciously, he touched the cell phone in his pocket, making sure it was secured. He couldn't lose that, no matter what.
  BEFORE THE SUN came up that morning, the Army finally caved to media pressure, and flew several people back to the roadblock outside Sage Springs. These were the people who had driven their particular network's vans to the location before the quarantine had gone wide. They were now allowed to drive the vans back to Fort Irwin under the escort of four Army Humvees and three helicopters flying above. Each had a soldier equipped with a radio riding inside with the driver. No one was to get out of their vehicle, and they were to stop only if the escorts stopped, too.Using a hose off of the engine on Nick's bike, he siphoned the remaining gas from Nick's tank into his to give himself the best chance for escape.
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conversations.value: Strider returned with the ball and dropped it at Brandon's feet, but the boy didn't seem to notice. Brandon looked at his father for a moment, then glanced at his sister and whispered something just low enough so Ash couldn't hear it.
  Ash could feel his heart suddenly break. He sank down to his knees so he was closer to their height, tears forming in his eyes. "No, sweetie. She's not."
  Ash could hear Brandon's breath become ragged as he fought his own tears. "I know, Josie. But your mom was gone before they even took us out of the house."
  Brandon was the first to fall into his embrace, sobbing into Ash's shoulder, but Josie wasn't far behind him.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  As Ash opened his mouth to respond, Pax said, "Captain, maybe it is something else entirely, but if there's a chance this place is Dream Sky, and taking it out would severely cripple the Project, how can we pass up the opportunity to at least check it out?"
  Caleb looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened in understanding. "Oh, okay. Sure. Um, they probably need me back at the trailer anyway."
  TERRELL FISHER SHOVED his hands into his jacket pockets so Diaz wouldn't see them shaking. Not that Diaz would have noticed anyway. Terrell was pretty sure the guy was dealing with his own internal repercussions for what they were doing.
  The warehouse was on the eastern edge of 's Chicago survival station. All of the offices—medical, processing, security—were located in the building. The holding areas had been constructed in the large parking area that separated the warehouse from a twin building a few hundred yards away. When the Project had first arrived at the facility to begin the conversion, the lot had been full of semis and trailers. Terrell's first assignment here had been to help move the vehicles out.
  Diaz held the door open and allowed Terrell and the gurney to pass through first. They were basically on autopilot as they headed down the hallway. Someone—a Project psychologist, probably—had labeled their destination as the Reassignment Room. This wasn't the name by which Terrell thought of it. In his mind it was the Kill Room.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Terrell moved into the corridor and checked both ways'.
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conversations.value: Terrell moved into the corridor and checked both ways. No one was there yet. Perhaps the others hadn't heard it, or maybe had been behind closed doors and hadn't registered what the noise meant. If so, it was a blessing, but one that would last only until someone noticed the guards weren't where they were supposed to be.
  As soon as she took it, he led the group down the hallway toward the loading docks. It wasn't the closest exit, but he thought it would give them their best chance to get away.
  Five yards ahead, another hallway branched off to the right. Terrell held up his hand, telling everyone to stop, then proceeded to the intersection alone and took a look around the corner.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'She knows the girl, like most of the others present, is running on adrenaline, having already put in more than twenty hours straight'.
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conversations.value: She knows the girl, like most of the others present, is running on adrenaline, having already put in more than twenty hours straight. Soon Crystal can rest, but not yet. There is still work to do tonight.
  CELESTE JOHNSON'S ANNOYANCE is growing with every minute the Los Angeles survival station remains silent. She decides to dispatch a squad from the Bay Area to get eyes on the ground, and is told they will arrive within ninety minutes.
  With nothing else to do and the hour growing extremely late, she decides the best thing she can do now is get some sleep.
  ASH EYES THE concrete building in the middle of the snow-covered field. So unassuming, so easy to dismiss.
  That's good enough for him. He reaches into this coat pocket, pulls out the sat phone. The number for Ward Mountain is waiting for him on the screen.
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conversations.value: Project Eden
  IT HAS BEEN nearly eight months since humanity was rocked with the news of the Sage Flu outbreak in the Mojave Desert of California. The strain was particularly deadly, seeming to kill everyone who became infected. But before it could turn into an even larger problem, it mysteriously lost its potency and disappeared.
  The world breathed a collective sigh of relief. They talked of remaining vigilant, but in most people's minds, mankind had dodged a bullet.
  If only they'd known the truth, that this was merely a test performed by a group dedicated to giving the human race a restart, and that when this group moved out of the testing phase, things could become much, much worse.
  There was, however, a band of people who did know the truth, who had dedicated themselves to trying to keep this horrific plan from becoming reality. But in the months since the test outbreak in the desert, they had made far too little progress.
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conversations.value: The original roof was about four feet above her head. She could almost reach it with the tips of her fingers. She looked for a new spot on the chimney where she could grab and pull herself the rest of the way up, but there were no good options. She would have to use the beams, which meant noise.
  She looked up again. The roof was definitely weak. She felt confident she could tear through it pretty quickly, but fast enough to make an opening, climb through it, then get off the roof and run for safety before the man came outside and found her?
  Once she started moving, she'd have to keep going, every second critical, so she needed to plan it all out. She checked the roof, looking for the best spot to break through. She settled on an area a few feet beyond the chimney, where it sagged as if the addition of a single leaf on top would cause it to completely collapse. Hopefully, it would take little effort to finish the job herself.
  She took a deep breath, and another, imagining what she needed to do. She placed her hands on the beams to either side, slowly transferring her weight, and was pleased that they made little sound.
  Out of reflex, she looked toward the part of the house the noise had come from, the part where the container was.
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conversations.value: Out of reflex, she looked toward the part of the house the noise had come from, the part where the container was. She could almost reach it with the tips of her fingers. She looked for a new spot on the chimney where she could grab and pull herself the rest of the way up, but there were no good options. She would have to use the beams, which meant noise.
  She looked up again. The roof was definitely weak. She felt confident she could tear through it pretty quickly, but fast enough to make an opening, climb through it, then get off the roof and run for safety before the man came outside and found her?
  Once she started moving, she'd have to keep going, every second critical, so she needed to plan it all out. She checked the roof, looking for the best spot to break through. She settled on an area a few feet beyond the chimney, where it sagged as if the addition of a single leaf on top would cause it to completely collapse. Hopefully, it would take little effort to finish the job herself.
  She took a deep breath, and another, imagining what she needed to do. She placed her hands on the beams to either side, slowly transferring her weight, and was pleased that they made little sound.The original roof was about four feet above her head.
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conversations.value: THE COMING STORM has moved ashore on Yanok Island. Both wind and snow are fighting for dominance, though neither can claim victory.
  Captain Daniel Ash knows nothing about the storm at this moment, but even if he does, he wouldn't care. His focus is on the woman at the other side of the room.
  Their eyes are locked. He knows what she is going to do. He wishes there were another way he could stop her, but there isn't.
  There is only one thing he can do. As he makes this decision, he sees in her eyes that she's made hers, too.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: As he makes this decision, he sees in her eyes that she's made hers, too..
  There is only one thing he can do. He wishes there were another way he could stop her, but there isn't. He knows what she is going to do.
  Their eyes are locked. His focus is on the woman at the other side of the room.
  Captain Daniel Ash knows nothing about the storm at this moment, but even if he does, he wouldn't care. Both wind and snow are fighting for dominance, though neither can claim victory.THE COMING STORM has moved ashore on Yanok Island