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... anymore. The slums had taught him one truth: what’s done is done. Dwelling on the past changed nothing; there is no point thinking much about it.
He slipped into the fresh clothes, the fabric soft against his scarred skin, a stark contrast to the rags he wore before. With a final glance at the mirror looking at those alien red eyes staring back he stepped out of the bathroom. Two new soldiers awaited, rifles slung across their dark uniforms.
Tsk. Do they really think I’m going t ...
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