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... y silent. Acid rain began to fall, tapping against the zinc roof of "The Sleeping Rat" inn with an irregular rhythm. The sound of water dripping from a leak in the corner added to the list of the night’s discomforts, competing with the snoring of the neighbor behind the plywood wall.
Dayat sat on the edge of the straw mattress, shirtless. He shivered slightly, not from the cold, but from Dola’s gaze.
Dola stood before him. The flannel shirt and tarp cloak had been removed, reveal ...
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