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Brave Zoltan, or someone hired as temporary proxy, had pulled the top off the ruche , and points at something significant (a crime?) happening right there, top of the combs. Terrible noises in the air (something over the horizon , or just under the sol here, waking up), and the radio doesn't seem to be working. |
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