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The pitter-patter of raindrops scattered on the ground, splashing up spray from the pockmarked concrete.
Standing under the extended tin roof, with his back to the street and raindrops, He Ao looked up, gazing at the ’brand new’ sign above his head.
Below the sign was a half-open glass door, with a cut iron chain lock scattered at its base.
Behind the door lay overturned tables, scattered documents, and a garbage bin rolling on the ground.
This mess extended ...
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