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_It's much easier to believe than disbelieve, whether it's a truth or an untruth, when you have to. And when the brain and body are weak._
The snow sifted silently down, clouds of white confetti in the glare of the street lamps, mantling the streets with white, spilling softly from laden, wind-stirred branches, drifting with the wind and embanking the scars and stumps of buildings that remained of what had been the city.