“Barracks?” Julia asked.
Below, there were rows upon rows of long and narrow buildings in various states of disrepair. Most of the exposed wood was light grey, bordering on white, bleached by the sun.
Several roofs sagged in the middle, or had collapsed altogether. The latter’s curvature reminded her of a saddle, which kept both ends upright.
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