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The first thing he felt was the cold, damp grit of cobblestones on his cheek. The first thing he smelled was the sour stench of refuse and stale rainwater.
The first thing he heard was the distant echo of screams. A city in a nightmare.
He pushed himself up. His body screamed in protest. Every muscle ached. He groaned. His hand went to his chest. He expected a gaping, bloody hole.
His fingers met only the coarse fabric of his uniform. Beneath it, smooth, unbro ...
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