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And the cries of crows could be heard from deep beneath the concrete slabs.
The cries weren't muffled, as you would expect them to be, but as clear as church bells on a crisp winter afternoon.
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For a moment, I wondered whether what we were doing was humane. This experiment had given a whole new meaning to the phrase bird-brained.
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