The People's Republic of Moia, the land is hard, cold.

The fields are barren for nine months of the year, and knee deep in snow for three.

You hear about the bodies? The young lad, I'd say he was in

his early 20s about my grandson's age. He was wearing a local ministry uniform.

Ripped and torn it was though, the girl he was with.

She was the much worse offer to her too.

I laid back on the bed and the ticking of the clock on the wall re-emerged to remind me that everything here was indeed running on time, which is to say, a certain degree slower than it should be.

What do you think it could have been that killed those poor people?

I assume you do believe it to have been a local at least.

Bear in mind, James, this is just stories.

Most don't believe them. As time goes on the course the story changes.

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