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... llapsed Building. Midday – Post-Skirmish.
A heavy, suffocating silence once again descended upon the ruins of the Silent City. It was a silence that felt heavy, as if the very air was weighted down by the ghosts of a civilization that had once touched the stars. But this time, the silence carried a new, pungent scent: the metallic, copper tang of fresh blood mixed with the acrid, sulfurous stench of spent gunpowder.
On the cracked asphalt of the street below, four elite mercenari ...
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