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Prattville, Alabama, was a
plain of wild grass. The
ancient priest who had taken
Father Angels place and
whose name no one had
bothered to find out awaited
Gods mercy stretched out
casually in a hammock,
tortured by arthritis and the
insomnia of doubt while the
lizards and rats fought over
the inheritance of the nearby
church. In that Macondo
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