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the seventh plague is Frastus Twice Dannun Dwann has been sundered by earthquakes. Once a tidal wave swept through it like an angry herd of tourists. Once (while Frastus fiddled) it burned to the last wall. There was the plague of locusts, the deaths of the first-born sons (Frastus O'Gallen is the seventh son of a seventh son, and so was spared.) But the people of the city took no notice: they picked themselves up, buried their dead and went about their business, and so God gave up and said to Frastus, "Let's blow this burg, huh?" "In a sec," said Frastus. "Got to see a man about-" "About what?" But Frastus was already ducking out the back (sticking God with the tab) and went home, which he could not find. So he slept in an alley that night.
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