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... gular and stretched out like something built purely for shelter, with no thought spared for anything else.
The walls were old stone, darkened by years (decades rather) of weather and nobody doing anything about it. The mortar between the bricks was crumbling in places and patched badly in others. The roof sagged slightly at one end. The wooden door at the entrance hung at a slight angle.
Inside, one long space lined with beds on both sides, dozens of them, packed close together w ...
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