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Twelve
TwelveBy mid-afternoon the rain, which had begun as a drizzle during the journey down to the docks, was heavy, coming in horizontally from across the river. Tears wore a coat, but Ana didn't. The two uniformed officers flanked her and all of them were shivering. Tears removed his raincoat and draped it around her shoulders. She merely looked at him. The dock area was a wide, open space, very little business being conducted there now. Where once the ships would come and go every passing minute, there was now only the occasional freighter. The huge warehouses lay dormant, sad shadows of their former selves when, fifty years or more ago, they would bulge with the merchandise of a hundred different lands. The squeal of cranes, the blare of ships' horns, the constant chatter of the workers as
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