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It was no army or minister who finally breached Prince Prospero's sanctum, but a small girl driven to desperation by hunger and want. Such was her need that she could not summon any great emotion on finding as much death and decay within those walls as without. It took the sole survivor, a smart Tom still reclining on his late mistress's lap, to wake the girl from her stupor, and they happily stalked what mice remained together.