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Rebecca lived in a land where construction and reconstruction were as simple as molding clay. In fact, the streets, buildings and even people were made of clay. Individual appearance was superfluous as one day’s description differed from the next. Jealousy was but a whim easily curable with the slightest craftsmanship. One day Rebecca, while walking to the market, came across an elegant clay magazine dyed in the brightest inks. Etched on the front cover was a face and the name Justine, or so ...