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... ations of precise German bombardment, but in the ragged, clumsy swaths of Russian artillery fire and block-by-block incineration.
Smoke crawled low across twisted rebar skeletons. Chunks of masonry still tumbled from battered high-rises.
Here and there, a wall collapsed inward with a low, groaning sigh; as if the city itself was finally succumbing to exhaustion.
Major General Georgy Zhukov stood atop the shell-ravaged terrace of a commandeered customs building, peering th ...
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