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WORKERS OF THE DEVELOPED WORLD WORSHIP THEIR REPLACEMENT.

Wow... machine-gäng.

Yarn connects various places with pictures of specific animals.

You approach Shelves B and C once more.

You approach the children's figurines once again.

You approach your double. A faint line of drool darkens the sheet.

You are a blast zone. A vast circle of scorched earth and human ash waiting to happen. Abandon all pretense to the contrary.

You better hope that bullet comes fitted with homing capabilities, operant. You're betting everything on it.

You blink against the cold air. Mountains ascend slowly outside.

You can make out an impression of the Bazaar beyond the window, obscured by dust and grime.

You can make that jump with your eyes closed.

You can see inside the tram through here. A free peep show.

You can see the ruins of Essilk from here.

You can see your reflection in the blade... Looks sharp.

You can still see the eroded buckles of the massive stone shoe.

You can't see much at all. You need a light.

You can't tell whether she's closing her eyes or opening them.

You catch a glimpse of your face, unaware and unmasked. Then it's gone.

You catch sight of Sweet Nestor's moustache on crumpled fabric.

You could probably make these yourself if they were useful or nice.

You could see it from the tram, a golden promise.

You crawl back into the tunnel, as far in as you were before, where it starts to shrink.

You emerge from the tunnel into darkness. It crowds around you for a better look.

You face Shelf G once more.

You fight the urge to shake the cocktail mixer.

You find yourself staring at the dummy once more.

You flip the shutter lock open from the inside and slip out into Portofiro.

You had meant to demonstrate to Karolina how to infiltrate an apartment -- instead, one of you knocked over a flowerpot and you had to dart…

You have already engaged in model train repair and improvised weapon manufacture here. There is nothing else to do at the workbench.

You have arrived at Eszti's doorstep.

You hear a steady dripping from inside the fridge.

You hear water moving above you.

You look for shapes behind the glass -- nothing.

You loom once more over the shrine and its congregation of frames.

You might survive the fall from this height.

You notice something in the corner of your eye...

You open the Renotel distribution panel once more. After pressing the ON button, you push the Voskol Auto-Negotiator's cord into the…

You pick out the latest issue of 'The Noscorrentes Review' and feel its hefty weight once again.

You pick up the payphone's handset. A dolphin emblem smiles at you, its eyes wide.

You recognise boar droppings.

You return to look out over Portofiro.

You return to one of the city's ancient benches. It welcomes you.

You return to The Animal Zone.

You return to the boiler.

You return to the collapsing pneumatic system.

You return to the desk. Everything is right where you left it, including the pack of Suprema 100s.

You return to the door of the little houseboat.

You return to the faded billboard.

You return to the folded pants.

You return to the framed photographs.

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