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... iliar voices rang out.
It's me.
I'm back.
I'm right here.
No... They weren't unfamiliar at all. They were far too familiar. It was the voice of a father. The voice of a mother. The voice of a lover, a child, a friend. The owners of these voices stepped forward. Before the terrified citizens, their loved ones emerged.
They were all the dead, those who had perished—walking toward them, smiling amidst the burning streets. Their beloved ones, reaching out with ...
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