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As he walked along the tiled path, beads of sweat kept forming on his forehead. Some trickled down his face and dripped on to the ground. He looked up to see the inky blue sky. Buildings that were at a middle-distance were obscured by a greyish-white haze. The evening light was dim, but enough to see just a little more than the silhouettes of these houses.