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The interior of Severalls was cold and sterile. Small rooms opened up into other empty rooms as we pressed
on.
The plastic flaps of these doorways smacked against each other in the wind. As I stated in the introduction, it
was a windy day, and several times we’d end up running from weird crashes and bangs, only to realise that
it was a door banging in the frame, or glass falling from windows.
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