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... h the occasional passerby under an umbrella, one could hear the pitter-patter of rain bouncing off the canopy.
Hexia placed the document bag on her head, held onto the rough, corroded railing with one hand, and then hurried down the stairs.
Her black shoes splashed through puddles, making a clomping noise, and the black over-the-knee socks were partly dampened by the rain, darkening in color.
After a while, she hastily entered the structure of the Skylight, finally escapi ...
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