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A long street stretches out before you, foreshortened and dissolving as it thrusts into the sharp glint of a low sun. A scatter of nervous sparrows explodes as you approach; then a passing car parts the air, leaving its traces in the whispering turbulence. A distant clocktower strikes the quarter-hour. And then — [the page is partly burnt; the rest is lost].