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... en halves just a few steps away, the blood still steaming in the cold wind.
His eyes, still open, stared vacantly towards the battlefield as if watching the clouds roll past.
Wade’s mind refused to move past it. He’d seen death before, plenty of it, but never this sudden. Never someone he personally knew.
His chest tightened painfully. His hands trembled around Toothpick, the knuckles bloodless.
Something cracked inside him.
Then...
"Get down!"
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