Exceptional Circumstances

The night dragged. Neither Frau Biar nor Amie were hungry. They kept vigil over Wilma, the clock dragging its hands around its face in slow deliberate ticks and tocks.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

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Lost World of the Wends (34)

‘But can’t I go with you?’ Amie pleaded as the men filled their sacks with current buns, water and equipment for climbing like hooks and rope. ‘Bitte Schone! Bitte! Bitte! Bitte!’ Amie ran after them as the men trudged up the valley to the mountains. ‘How will you get across the rapids?’
‘We have to do this, Amie—and Frau Biar’ll be suspicious if we don’t go right now to find Friedrich,’ Joseph said.

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