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In 1917 the war came, and Squire Sawyer Whateley, as chairman of the local draft board, had hard work finding a quota of young Dunwich men fit even to be sent to development camp. The government, alarmed at such signs of wholesale regional decadence, sent several officers and medical experts to investigate; conducting a survey which New England newspaper readers m
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== Pitch #2270 ==
Bill Dick, a water salesman on occupied Oregon in the year 2954, discovers space jesus is a time machine.
== Pitch #2271 ==
Jack Dick, a scent clavier merchant on occupied California in the year 2982, discovers space jesus is his washing machine.
== Pitch #2272 ==
Palmer Eldrich, a melotron salesman on occupied Proxma 3 in the year 2051, discovers the axis won the war.
== Pitch #2273 ==
John Deckard, a bounty hunter on occupied Los Angeles, discovers he is space jesus.
== Pitch #2274 ==
Palmer Fat, a private dectective on California in the year 3211, discovers God is a robot.
== Pitch #2275 ==
Will Deckard, a jewelry merchant on occupied Orange County in the year 2592, discovers the axis won the war.
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