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We dissolve from Cain to the roadmap stuck careless in his pocket, a legible 地図 of Basra in near modern times, written in a 言語 we are happy to be able to understand. He wanders from place to place, but always reads the relevant tourist literature at 夜, tucked in his bedroll on the 暗い deep dirty endless rocky sandy wet lizard-strewn 地面, planning with some gusto his next decade of hungry wander. |
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