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There was a pale moon shining above the trees. The wind roared and rushed through the trees on that night in December. Suddenly I heard a faint feeble voice calling out from behind the thick bushes. She was an old woman. I need help she said. He eyes were wild and her hair loose and flowing in the wind. She looked poor hungry and tired

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