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... nd the frost covers the stationary bus stop, collapsed houses... and blends strangely with the outside sunlight.
seems to condense all the history and civilization of this modern city in a past moment.
Sibel stepped, tentatively, closer to the city she longed for.
"Click, click, click."
Several crisp sounds sounded in a row, and the air was torn like paper paste. She couldn't tell whether it was an ice crack or a bone crack.
She just stepped forw ...
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