Chapter One - Humanism

"Apparently." agreed Boehm. "There is money in realism at times. C’mon in." The two men walked into a large barn of fairly recent vintage, complete with the smell of horse droppings and old hay; some chickens clucked authentically in a corner. Boehm pointed to a mound of dirt with a white protrusion sticking up from it in the middle of the barn. ................
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