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... ds layering heavily above the City-State, a tangy, saline sea breeze sweeping through the streets as though intending to pour the cold air directly into one’s bones.
Old Captain Lawrence stepped out of the church’s grand entrance, shrugging his neck against the chilling wind. Looking up at the sky, he began to grumble about the miserable weather, “Bloody hell, such rotten luck. Just when I’ve finally finished the quarantine observation, I have to trudge home through this wind for half an ...
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