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Legate finished his work and now delightedly looked on the burning bonfire. The flames cracked cheerfully, as they consumed the large pile of wood the tall dark-haired man brought into the middle of the cave. The shadows around seemed to fade as the light grew.
"Whaddaya say," Legate turned to the rest of the people in the cave. "It's quite friendlier now, isn't it? The chairs burn pretty well. I suppose no one's gonna miss them, there's more than plenty of all the stuff around here. Now we'll better see each other's faces."
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories
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