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By her battened hatch I leaned and caught Sounds from the noisome hold -- Cursing and sighing of souls distraught And cries too sad to be told. _Gloucester Moors_, William Vaughn Moody.
Thorn teetered on the dark edge. His footgear made sudden grating noises against it as he fought for balance. He was vaguely conscious of shouts and of a needle of green light swinging down at him.