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Everybody had heard the voice of the young woman working at the city hall, one hundred metres from the sea, who hadn’t taken a moment’s break from broadcasting the tsunami warning through the loudspeaker, the repeated command to run up hills, climb to the highest floors of reinforced concrete buildings. Everybody knew that even she hadn’t been saved.
The Phone Box at the Edge of the World
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