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What aren't you telling me? We don't have to tell you nothing, Mellis countered. This morning he sat cleaning the beginnings of rust from shovels,sharpening them with a mill file, and rubbing them with an oily rag. First there'd been explosions, then gunfire-light automatic projectileweapons-then more explosions, different this time, as of mortar rounds. I suspect most newsmen grow old and gray and watch theirgrandchildren grow up.

Jerym jogged through the gate. A large man in Smoleni uniform looked in. 36Voker's commset chirped. It still isn't.