The open door to the warehouse allowed some light in. It was dim, grey, and hesitant, but natural light nevertheless. It made a change from the harsh artificial glow of the overhead panels. The greyness of the daylight matched the scruffy overalls worn by the warehouse operatives. One of them, Fred, threw a box into the waiting Transit van. It hit the floor with a satisfying thud. The noise alerted another operative who stuck his head out from another aisle.
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