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* There is a village, that rests on the shores of the eternal evening. All those who come to it find that some local Puzzleboxian expression of physics drains the colour bands - all those in the village are expressed in sepia tones. In the evening, by gas light, this is even more evident. The people here all smile. They are all very happy people. There are no secrets here. No abuse occurs behind a pleasant facade. This is not a mockery of a coastal town in Up. |