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... tartled and fleeing people, and slowly made my way to the main gate of the central headquarters building.
The snow outside seems to stop, but there is still a thin layer of snow on the ground. I stepped out into the snow carpet. The white smoke came out of my nose.
I drag a butcher knife in my hand, accompanied by the squeaking sound from my footsteps.
The noise outside has quieted.
In front of the building, soldiers surrounded me in a fan shape.
They must have been ...
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