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"It's coming.
It's coming down the mountains, it'll spread through the air, it'll enter your house, your body and soul. It'll laugh at humankind, it'll kill and give birth, and, someday, it'll vanish... Things will remain changed - what about that, huh? - and life will go on.
But it's coming, I'm sure it is".
"But, mate, what is coming?"
Sound of liquid being sucked.
A gasp.
Silence.
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