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Their long quest startingin Okhotsk and ending with their daring venture across the Bering Sea in their improbableboat seemed assured of success. ould be got, or a cutthroat who had escapedfrom some terrible prison compound not visible from the trail. As we near a junction, he stops me. Savonarola loses patience.
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