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Meanwhile, across the great sea... In a land where time forgot to reset its watch... Amongst the people of masks and magic... On a Thursday... Sometime after the mid-morning...
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It is a time just before lunch, but after the rush hour traffic has died down... it's a bit of a lull really... maybe it's a time not too distant from our own... or maybe it's just something beyond...
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| Well, actually there's more than one rule. There used to be only one rule. But that was before the incident. | |
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Look, does it even matter what and where and when? It's all more a fable, isn't it? I mean, it could be an allegory... we all wear masks, don't we? And everywhere is somewhere beyond the sea.
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