Each month, in a secret basement, the location of which is known only to a few invitees, and then only an hour or so before the start time, the local branch of the Society of Breakers meets.
The Chair calls the gathering to order, the air is pregnant with anticipation. “Who would like to propose the first target?”, he or she asks.
A hand goes up.
“There is…
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