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More firingsounded, seemingly an exchange of short bursts-two rifles answered byone, then quickly again two. AtMellis's bunk, the younger boy asked for a boost. 14Light filled the screen, and a chart appeared. ***About nine hundred yards back, Kurlmar stopped his advance at the top ofa mild slope, the steepest locally available.
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