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Age lay like soot in the creases of what had once been a world-famous face. When the door slides away, they stand on the threshold of a small ante— chamber with a second riveted door on the other side. 415balloon tires set on wooden tracks, ready to dolly back when the grips pulled it. pointing to myself and saying ‘Soames,’ pointing to him and looking quizzical, but all he’dkeep saying was a string of gibberish.
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