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... ar thrumming situation he had been in, his eyes met the off white fabric of the tent above him.
His heart pounding, his pulse racing, Sergei lay stock still for a moment, gathering himself. He clenched his fingers on the fabric below him. On the sheets, on the thin but firm cot he was lying on. He took a moment to look around the tent he was in, forcing himself to realise he was in the moment.
He wasn’t trapped in that fucking hell anymore.
Slowly, cautiously, he raised a ...
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