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... a gun in your hands, god damnit?!"
--Winner of the New Militia of New Montreat under-16 recruitment poster contest, 2041
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"Go on, bossman, what's the meat like?" I asked.
The general gave me a flat look, then gestured to the map. Saint-Jrome was laid out on it, the bigger buildings sticking out a little from the surface. Most of the city was painted in a dull orangey-green, with clearer greens around a blob to the south and along the northern wall.
"We' ...
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