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Large metal doors
The building’s entrance was marked by two large, rusted metal doors. Graffiti covered parts of it, and water pooled around the steps, gathering from the semi-flooded streets. Kate shivered. The place had an unsettling air, far from the clean and polished restaurant where she had worked. She wondered if she had made a mistake, but the address matched. This was the place.
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