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... the explosion, after the mountain of rock and steel had sealed them in this tomb, there was a quiet so deep it felt like drowning.
My ears were still ringing.
Every inch of me was a fresh canvas of bruises.
But we were alive.
I looked at the kid, Michael, pushing a chunk of rebar off his back, and a feeling I hadn’t felt in years bubbled up in my chest.
Relief.
I hated it.
Relief makes you soft. Relief gets you killed.
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