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I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
What has three ways out and just one way in?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What is always coming but never arrives?