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Chapter 121: Sabbath Day
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... ry well, not allowing much at all to be absorbed or to dissipate, leading even one raised tone to rebound countless times throughout the building, and when stacking together all the cries and wails before us now, everything came together like one harrowing symphony of something truly tragic.
The areas in which we were permitted were sizeable, but not vast. No matter to which corner one fled, no matter in what bathroom stall one hid, no matter which bedsheets one buried themselves under―t ...
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