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[id: close-up of janet looking caught off guard. behind her another set of casement windows, these taller, look out on the night. an open sack of flour on the floor at their base can be seen over janet’s right shoulder, and against the wall over her left shoulder a barrel is visible against the wall by the front door. “oh, er…” janet says nervously, “we were, um, waylaid! yeah… i mean aye! by, uh, brigands!” /end id]

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