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Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour.","Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.,In the yard next door, fenced in with broken wire, a boy was digging a hole. There was a piece of cardboard beside him.。

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