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July 3, 2001 Northern New Jersey “I had always thought that the American north east was just one large city.” It was Ma'ti who spoke. He and Maruka stood on the roof of a dilapidated warehouse, scanning the fiery evening horizon. The world around them was bathed in the red light of a dusty summer evening. There was nothing around for miles but fields and patches of trees. The only sign of any civilization at all was the little two-lane road that ran by the warehouse and disappeared off into the distance. “It is convenient that you were incorrect,” said Maruka as a howling scream echoed from the warehouse beneath them. “I had no idea a human could make such a noise.” “He is not human anymore. Do you think that this
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