It’s a delicate ballet.
At breakneck speed, a quiver of figures appears through peepholes formed by the throngs of people crowding the road. In a line, they move, linked, in lockstep. The sound of whooping disc wheels, the grinding and squeaking of chains, punctuated by the occasional, shouts: Move move move. With great fluidity, they pace, mouths openi…
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