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Urquhart stepped into the light again and it was like walking back through the doors of an asylum.
Hi there! Welcome once more to the world of the mad, we're so glad to see you again!
Meanwhile in the Persian Gulf...
A babble of voices washed over him, reporting, summarizing, intoning, chanting. All those many voices saying over and over again the same things. All those voices...
In the living room, deep in the heart of it all, sat Miles
Macarthur. He was clearly engaged in some kind of feeding frenzy.
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