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What Can't You Let Go Of?
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56 Stories For Preaching
The flames were licking higher, close to his feet, and the
smoke was beginning to billow up from below. It was an odd
position, to say the least, that Peter Bruckner found himself in
now, clutching a hank of rope looped over the ceiling beam, the
bag of gold coins almost exactly his own weight tied to the other
end of the rope and bumping against him. By rights of salvage the
coins were his and all he had to do was get them out of the
inferno. But the problem now seemed to be getting himself out.
smoke was beginning to billow up from below. It was an odd
position, to say the least, that Peter Bruckner found himself in
now, clutching a hank of rope looped over the ceiling beam, the
bag of gold coins almost exactly his own weight tied to the other
end of the rope and bumping against him. By rights of salvage the
coins were his and all he had to do was get them out of the
inferno. But the problem now seemed to be getting himself out.
