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There were places on this earth that were neither alive nor dead. They were the visible remnants of aborted dreams trapped in the downward spiral of human decay. Their locations varied - as did their names. Some called them graveyards. Others preferred the term of dumping grounds, but all agreed that they were markers of the circle concerning the rise and fall of men. Tonight Sheva had walked one of them and to her, who had seen Rome and London burn; Detroit was nothing more than the shadow of a memory. And what was a memory but the shadow of deeds? In this manner the skeletons of the factories she had passed tonight were shadows of shado