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A thumping sound jolted him awake a few minutes later. The intensive care ward was in the eastern wing of the hospital, and the emergency room and parking lot were on the western side. It took Juan a few seconds to realize that he was hearing the rhythm of soldiers’ boots marching the length of the hospital, down the colonnaded archway, toward where he sat with his patient.
Everyone Who Is Gone Is Here: The United States, Central America, and the Making of a Crisis
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