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| | Anagenesis (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-10) |
 | | It was raining in downtown Washington, of course, but not with any real conviction: a limpid, bored rain, the kind of rain that comes between major showers when the sky is having a rest and can't be bothered working at the entire rain business. |
 | | I might have sought shelter, but the overhangs that still covered the rusted slidewalks were shadowy places, haunts of drunks and beggars, and I found the damp less foul than the prospect of company. |
 | | Washington was quiet, except for the drip of the rain and the soft sounds of a scuffle somewhere in the shadows - as quiet as the dead. |
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