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It was the first night of High Thermidor and an ironic, roseate moon hung above the streets and alleyways of Rondo.

Its light fell, without favour, upon

the tree-lined boulevard of

First Bakers, clinging

to the late leaves and needles of the Obvious

                         trees…
 

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