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In the shadow of the grey fortress we lived in perpetual twilight, us, the homeless thousands. Every nook and crevice was a treasured shelter, fought over with savagery. I had a blueprint of the fortress and would slip in when tired and crawl through tiny passages to find a place to rest. Outside, the offer of amnesty (for being homeless was a crime), jobs and hot food was announced over a tannoy, and so we all gathered and waited in the rain. The gates swung open and a thousand soldiers rode out, killing us all. I hid and watched.

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