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... watched , hypnotised , wondering why the light was so dim . Obviously the feeble current was dragging itself along rusty wires , struggling with ancient connections and dusty knots of insulating tape and getting stuck in the meters ...
... watched , hypnotised , wondering why the light was so dim . Obviously the feeble current was dragging itself along rusty wires , struggling with ancient connections and dusty knots of insulating tape and getting stuck in the meters ...
Page 53
... watched from the windows . The slightest hold - up in the traffic made the watchers uneasy . Leaning out , they called in worried voices : ' What's the matter ? Won't they let you through ? Try Perekop . They'll leave that to the last ...
... watched from the windows . The slightest hold - up in the traffic made the watchers uneasy . Leaning out , they called in worried voices : ' What's the matter ? Won't they let you through ? Try Perekop . They'll leave that to the last ...
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... watched us with friendly insistence night after night , yet none of us knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone highway as it cooled in the evening , and in the light centres of the wild verbena ...
... watched us with friendly insistence night after night , yet none of us knew its name . The sadness was also , for some reason , in the smell of the stone highway as it cooled in the evening , and in the light centres of the wild verbena ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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