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As she left for the river, Melina heard the noise of gravel scraping tin as the buckets were picked up, and of leather treading on dirt as they followed her. | As she left for the river, Melina heard the noise of gravel scraping tin as the buckets were picked up, and of leather treading on dirt as they followed her. | ||
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