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[Friday morning dawns. It's a surprisingly brisk day; the winds are cold outside, and the sky is dark with its lack of sky. Well, a normal sky that one would be used to, at least.
The rats can be heard scurrying to and forth, in the walls. All seems to be as normal as it can be, this morning.]
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