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... ood in the same place again.
What remained was the smell — smoke and scorched stone and something underneath both that Fenix could not name and did not try to, the particular residue of a night that had asked more of the people inside it than nights were supposed to ask. The eastern wing of the estate was still standing but only technically, the way a man with a broken spine is still standing if the wall behind him is doing most of the work. Elsewhere, the assault team was moving through ...
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