04.05.2026, 14:41
She went to the window. Below — on the street, on the sidewalk, in front of the shop — men stood. Men in brown. Men in black. With torches, though no light could be seen from the torches — it was day, there was light, it was November — the torches were superfluous, as a scream is superfluous when the blows are struck in silence. They broke the windows. They smashed the doors. They dragged furniture onto the sidewalk and set it on fire
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