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Outside the door stood one of the soldiers. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust.
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