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It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,The overcast sunlight streamed in from the edge of his body, casting an eerie golden hue over the blood-soaked room.,Please note that the HTML tags are not translated.。

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