"From the outside, nothing seemed suspicious. There was peaceful light in the high windows, decorated with stained glass. The trees carried out from under the Shroud and transplanted into huge containers with the ground were quietly rustling with crowns. No one rushed headlong and did not blow the police whistles. Only the guards at the gate became more, and now, instead of the usual guardsmen of the Magistrate, the people from the Prosecutor’s shock corps, wrapped in black overalls, froze like idols at the twisted metal doors."
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