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The town of Candleton was a poisoned and irradiated ruin, but not dead; after all the centuries it still twitched with tenebrous lifetrundling beetles the size of turtles, birds that looked like small, misshapen dragonlets, a few stumbling robots that passed in and out of the rotten buildings like stainless steel zombies, their joints squalling, their nuclear eyes flickering. 
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