_Jetways were excellent substitutes for war, perfect outlets for all forms of neuroses. And the unfit were weeded out by death...._ Up the concrete steps. Slowly, one, two, three, four. Down the naked, ice-white corridor. The echo of his footfalls like drumbeats, ominous, threatening.…
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