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... d industrial complex. His black fatigues were streaked with the fresh blood of resistance fighters who had dared stand against him. Their corpses littered the lower levels, now nothing more than fodder for his undead army.
He reached the upper platform, where the last of the enemy's command bunker was stationed. The air reeked of oil, metal, and decay—the stench of war that he had long since learned to embrace.
His combat knife dripped crimson, still warm from the last throat he ...
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