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26 Davis didn't follow the group as they made their way into town. Instead, he returned to his shop, entering through the back door. The smell of fabric softener was strong. The laundry was on the right, just inside the back door and glancing inside he saw a large four-liter carton of washing detergent lying on its side, the syrupy pink substance in a puddle on the concrete floor. An array of other bottles had fallen to join the disarray. He lingered, inspecting these, and then followed the pink-splotched footsteps that lead towards the front and then down the right side. He saw one of his wife's shoes lying in the middle of the floor, brushed it to one side and headed down the end. The cool room sat at the end of the corridor, the door propped half-way open, cool air billowing from insi
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