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... armth. The light only clarified just how filthy this place was. Dust motes floating in the air looked like fake gold powder, and puddles on the street reflected a gray sky choked by factory smoke.
In the room at "The Sleeping Rat" inn, Dayat woke up with a stiff back. The straw mattress turned out to be inhabited by quite aggressive lice. He scratched his back while yawning widely; the room’s musty smell immediately assaulted his nose.
"A beautiful morning to be a poor fugitive," ...
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