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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: sound of a passing craft caught her attention. Of course! She
understood now. The iron plant, for shipping facilities, was
undoubtedly on the bank of the river itself, and - yes, this was
it, wasn't it? - this picket fence that began to parallel the
right-hand side of the street, and enclose, seemingly, a very large
area. She halted and stared at it - and suddenly her heart sank
with a miserable sense of impotence and dismay. Yes, this was the
place beyond question. Through the picket fence she could make
out the looming shadows of many buildings, and spidery iron
structures that seemed to cobweb the darkness, and - and - Her
face mirrored her misery. She had thought of a single building.
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