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The terrace around it was covered with water. She watched as one more creaking, groaning half-revolution of the antique roundabout culminated in another wet explosion and a hissing fountain arcing into the air.
Then they got out of there. The string of explosions began twenty seconds later. The three of them set out on the run, through the confusion of the compound, the screaming of the Jeeps' tires, the shouts of the personnel.
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