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... vening valley. The air smelled of damp soil, the snow outside the barrier melting into rivulets that fed the sprouting green beneath.
The captured soldiers were beginning to stir, one after another, confusion heavy in their groggy voices.
"...Where the hell are we?"
One muttered, blinking against the fading sunlight.
"Wait—my hands...Damn it. We’re tied."
Another rattled his bindings and cursed under his breath.
Their groans overlapped, some mutter ...
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