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... k capsule of dread melting into the city’s indifferent traffic. Inside, the air was thick and claustrophobic, heavy with the scent of cheap pine air freshener, fear-sweat, and the cold, metallic tang of the guns pointed at them. The windows were so darkly tinted that the morning sun was reduced to a dull, grey light, smearing the passing world into an unrecognizable blur.
The man sitting directly behind Franz, John, was visibly trembling. He fumbled in his jacket for his own pack of ciga ...
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