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45 She slowed to a stop and peered up at the old Commonwealth bank building between the gaps in the frenzy of spiders, wondering how in the hell she was going to do this without killing herself in the process. When the headlights washed over the building and she saw them all covering every inch of wall and the entire, unkempt garden, she covered her face with her hands and wept. She couldn't help it. Whatever had been holding the tears at bay finally gave in at the sight of the building and what she had seen of the main street in the flickering glow of the headlights overwhelmed her. She sat there with the engine idling, her eyes scanning the windscreen, listening to the creeping scurrying along the roof and the windows, a gentle yet very distinct pitter-patter like fine rain. When her
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