The massive sound of the city gates slamming shut was like a final death knell, weighing heavily upon the hearts of every refugee crowding the barbican and the streets.
The last batch of townspeople to enter still had the dust of long travel and lingering terror on their faces as they gazed blankly at the unfamiliar, crowded city filled with an aura of panic.
The crying of children, the muffled coughing of the elderly, and the low sobs of women mingled in the freezing air.
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