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040			_aCO-NeUS _beng _erda
100	1	0	_9139170 _aDooley, Jenny _eaut
245			_aPersevs and Andromeda / _cJenny Dooley
264			_aLondon : _bExpress Publishing ; _c1996
300			_a63 pages : _bIllustrations ; _c16 cm
336			_2rdacontent _atxt
337			_2rdamedia _an _bn
338			_2rda _anc _bnc
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520			_aAcrisis could not sse it, but htere was a thin openning in the rock in front of the piestess, and something like white smoke was comming out of it. It was the message. Apollo was sending her. The Priestess listenes to the smoke as it moved past her, and she waited until it left before she spoke. "The only childe you and your wife will have is the one have now. You will not have a son, but your daugerth will. You must ne careful of this child becouse one day he will kill you" "My daunghter's son? But why? How can I stop this from happining?
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