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Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour.",Maryetta was a small town in the sparsely populated southern suburbs, even in the dilapidated community of Clayton where Martin lived, every house had a small yard in front of its detached wooden dwelling.,The car stopped at the roadside, and the muscular man who got out looked at Martin and said, "Martin Davis"。

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