Prepositions:

Beyond the gate, lies a dull, gloomy factory blocking my view. Below where the river lays, rustic boats stay still like they have been forgotten. Above the giant grey concrete building, the sky is glim, and I can’t even hear the chirp of one bird. Surrounding me is nothing but this factory, which feels like it is just staring at me as it awaits my arrival. The workers who are guarding this building I am about to enter, have serious faces that look glued in that position. Continuing past these peasants their large dogs growl at my appearance, although it doesn’t bother me.

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