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an had found his name when he was 19, although he couldn’t remember exactly where, exactly how. Ian Riley. It had a nice ring, he thought. Better than his own name, which he couldn’t exactly remember either—James something. It had been a long time. He was clearing swarf from the factory floor before the early shift arrived. He had thick gloves and a metal bin to dump the fine metal shavings into. It was very quiet, the daylight […] The post Lost and Found appeared first on Terrain.org.