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‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. It wound around a small manufactured lake. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. Daughters were not like sons. . The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins.
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