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"Wait! No!", said her father.
"Don't shoot!", said her mother.
The report of three guns fired in quick succession. There was no further protest to come from the two.
Iseult was afraid to crawl out from under their bed. She was afraid to move at all. She was afraid to even breathe.
Someone expectorated on the floor and then spoke in a gruff voice, the smell of spent sulphur and nitre floating in the air as wisps of smoke made their rounds inside the ramshackle home. It took all of Iseult not to cough and give away her position.
"This isn't even the right place, is it?"
A minced oath was uttered underneath the breath of another in the room, and yet it did not sound like a man slowly coming to grips with what he had done; rather, like someone forced to contend with a minor annoyance.
A third pair of boots began to move near to the bed... and then away just as quickly.
They all began to rush out the entrance to what was once a happy home, though Iseult did spot the coat-tails of an all-too-familiar blue uniform as they made their flight out...
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