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Shouting heard as I shovel strawberries down my gut. I step out amidst the crowd into the blinking sky. Rain streams down in rivulets upon Voicebook's back. He stood at the top of the wall, the fool smith! Shouting, shouting, he had enough of our madness - silence we cry, let not the dead come! - but he shouted on, ignoring us all, he was a dwarf broken in mind. Our crowd was restless, throw him out someone shouted, and once words were out the madness seized us once again. THROW HIM OUT BEFORE THE DEAD, roared the crowd in might.