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... eat didn’t just sit in the air; it owned it like a thick, suffocating pressure that made every breath feel like inhaling steam. It was the kind of heat that turned the town’s lights into a blurry, shimmering haze.
Residents could hardly sleep in the uncomfortable heat. Most loitered on the streets, searching for damp pieces of earth on which to sleep or sit.
Worse than the heat--or comparable to it in bad terms were the mutated mosquitoes which ravaged the town. They were as big ...
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