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No smell but the decaying reek of this brave year 2025.
The Free-Vee killed the printed word very effectively.
“Jeez, that’s over a hundred miles from here, mister. In Derry.”
Their names came and repeated, clanging in his mind like bells, like words repeated until they are reduced to nonsense. Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.
