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The Lie of the World, Part 4

“Ach, shut up, yer fuggin useless shower o’ gobshite!” Gradually, the low hooting faded away, and was replaced by darkness. Debs took her hands away from her ears slowly, and looked around. “Ah canna see a buggardly thing.” “Who’s there? … Continue reading

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