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... tes, and the usual grayness of dust particles dancing in the light. The constant hum of the air recycler, and the constant ache in my arms and knees.
The warehouse in the orphanage of the Citadel was small, cold, and smelled sour, like rotten paste. The crate in my hands was marked ’Nutritional Paste.’ It weighed as much as a small child. I raised it onto my shoulders. And started walking away, into the maze of shelves.
"Last one, Allaran." The foreman, grunted from his desk. "Bi ...
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