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Suddenly the fingers of a man’s hand

appeared and began writing opposite

the lampstand on [a well-lit area of]

the plaster of the wall of the king’s palace,

and the king saw the part

of the hand that did the writing.

Then the king’s face grew pale,

and his thoughts alarmed him; the joints

and muscles of his hips and back weakened

and his knees began knocking together.

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