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... ounds were the crackle of cooking fires I hadn’t bothered to put out and the quiet moans of men who weren’t dead yet. I stood in the middle of it all, the metallic taste of blood thick in my mouth. I had just killed over forty men, and my main thought was that my back hurt.
This body had limits. The muscles were starting to ache with a deep, insistent throb. It was an entirely new sensation, and I found it incredibly annoying.
I noticed a pile of bodies shift. A small movement, f ...
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