In the time it takes for him to walk around the site, the screams become muffled until eventually they stop. Long strands of brown hair are caught on his black boots as he strides. Two skeletons sit, counting out gold rings, silver jewellery, metal fillings. He reaches down for a pocket watch, still ticking. He shakes it to his ear, satisfied. The grey building is nearly silent. Only small scratching sounds that match the second hands of his new watch. He adjusts his red armband and tucks the watch into it after a final glance. It won't be long now.
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