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“Miserable me. Two planks are screwed onto my temples”. Franz thought, closing his eyes. A dark abyss, the mad court, the sentence to be served in a form of everlasting insomnia ... Upon waking up Franz sighed in relief, as this was a just dream. Yet, why's he lying on the back of a bug, rushing across a field through eyeballs dug into the ground?

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