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Finally we found a small iron door and tried it. It swung open and we both swifty disappeared
into the monolithic bulk of the Air House.
"I was expecting something a little more... grand?"
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Ground floor of the Air House, extreme north of the building, looking west.
03|03|07 © Simon Cornwell 2007
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