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‘Buried how long?’ The answer was always the same: ‘Almost eighteen years.’ ‘You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?’ ‘Long ago.’ ‘You know that you are recalled to life?’ ‘*They tell me so.’ ‘I hope you care to live?’* ‘I can’t say.’ ... Eighteen years!’ said the passenger, looking at the sun. ‘Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!’
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