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... leaned over a lane of cracked flagstones. A chipped fountain sat at center, coughing rusty water. Laundry lines crossed a balcony like spiderwebs. Fog hissed from gutter vents. Ward posts hid under shutters and buzzed like flies. Wooden placards were nailed to doors in neat hand: Clinic, Watch Post, Refuge.
Proctor Pierce stepped onto a balcony and hung the rules over us with his voice. "Crisis Response Practicum. Map rotates every three minutes. Stabilize the square, evacuate civilians, ...
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