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... y over the city, blotting out the rising sun. The once-bustling capital of Gran Colombia now resembled a war-torn battlefield. Streets were littered with rubble and debris, the remains of government buildings lay in ruins, and the acrid smell of burning wood and steel filled the air. Survivors wandered aimlessly, their faces streaked with soot and tears, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and fear.
In the presidential palace—or what was left of it—President Mariano Velásquez stood ...
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