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Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,"Good morning!" he greeted the portly man behind the counter.,Of course, he didn't care who this guy had pissed off. All he cared about was finishing this job quickly and then going to pay his water bill.。

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