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... n, final.
The general’s face twisted, his expression souring into something between rage and disbelief. He tried to speak again, to force out one last threat, but only a wet, broken cough escaped him. Blood spilled down his chin, dark and steaming against the frost. His chest heaved once... twice... and then went still.
Silence.
His eyes, once burning with hatred, glazed over completely, the last remnants of defiance frozen in place.
Then the familiar chime broke ...
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