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Well, we quite like this one, too.

Nocturnal Transmissions is proud to present August Heat by W. F. Harvey

Penniston Road, Cappham, August 20th, 1902.

I have had what I believe to be the most remarkable day in my life, and while the events are still fresh in my mind, I wish to put them down on paper as clearly as possible.

Let me say from the outset that my name is James Clarence Withencroft. I am forty years old, in perfect health, never having known a day's illness.

By profession, I am an artist, not a very successful one,

but I earn enough money from my black and white work to satisfy my necessary wants.

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