The shadowing veil of the heavens above rumbled their disquiet, withholding the reprieve of daylight. The silent avenue lay obscured by a scattered mass, the distinct cut of a heel piercing the horizon, tangled shoelaces flung across the side walk. Hayes frowned with bitter regret as he strode through the discarded footwear radiating from the town centre, gripping his briefcase tightly to control the frustration as he was confronted with his failure. They had refused his message. He kept his head bowed, avoiding the stares of condemnation as they watched his departure with an air of fervent triumph.
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