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-the  dusk  fell, it  was  past  six, the  four  of  them sat  together  joining  their  heads  , what  could  they  more, it  was  deadly  silent, throbbing  rhythmically, as  if  a  storm  was imminent,  his  wounded  arm was still hurting, he  did  not  move  it  much, the  doctor  had  give him injections  and  some  pain killers, awal kher  aske d him to  contact asya  why  was  she  still not  there, she  ought  to have  reached  by  now,