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... hit the hallway, the scrawny man greeted him with a death glare.
He didn't say a word this time, just pointed at the filthy wall with a sharp gesture and tossed the damp rag at him. Charles caught it mid-air and, without a peep, got to work.
The rest of the morning blurred by in a haze of effort and sweat. He scrubbed walls, hauled buckets of grimy water, and swept a floor caked with dirt and pebbles.
The man didn't help much—just barked orders and griped every time Charl ...
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