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January 13, 2004

The crumbling brickwork and the curse of Verney Junction.

Depth was no guarantee of artifice, it seemed, as the sound-stage reverberated to the vigorous hammering. The mezzanine was crowded with groups of refrigerators, all of them excitedly waving the complicated sections of equipment they'd gleefully ripped from the downed meteorological satellite and showering the proceedings in a myriad brightly coloured sprockets. Some of the more industrious among those present had begun to construct an orrery that modelled the disturbing planetary movements of an unknown star-system.

Posted by Hirez at January 13, 2004 11:45 PM

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