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Saturday, 1 December 2018
Going Underground
They were rammed into the carriage like baked beans in a tin.
He knew it would soon be his time.
He put his hand in his coat pocket and gripped the cylinder of gas which would be used to cause the biggest disaster the city had ever seen.
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