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| “I must have cured me while I was curing you.”
He said only, “My boy,” and then there was scratchy telephone-line, silence. Erich had never heard him over the phone, but all his nerves recognized him before his mind did. He shook and wept and hitched in his breath, and said, “Sir,” and laughed and laughed.
A click; a cigarette lighter. He thought of Kaltherzig smoking at this very second, miles of jungle and telephone line between them instead of oceans and governments, now. “You’re the only experiment that ever worked, I think.
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