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... e that refused to move on, dense and obedient, spilling a steady wash of water and soap over bedding and blankets and the cracked concrete ground until the whole place smelled less like heat and humiliation and more like cheap detergent and wet stone. It would have looked ridiculous to anyone passing by, a perfectly contained little storm hovering over a tiny circle of survivors in the middle of an abandoned town, but nobody in Snow Team was laughing yet because everyone’s face still held that s ...
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