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July 14, 2003
There was furniture that, although now ruined by damp and rats, would once have been perfectly serviceable, and a lot more comfortable than the frontier efforts of, say, the Valley Wars days. In a break room he found a recycling bin half full of aluminium cans, worth a small fortune in earlier years. There were large glass panels in the walls of offices, stronger and clearer than anything even the Red Hill Dominion could produce, left alone and intact, except in places where the foundations of the building had shifted and they had popped out of their frames and shattered.