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... iolets marched lethargically.
The Violets staggered as they searched the desolate, gray landscape.
Some dragged swords or spears along the ground.
They resembled a ragged militia.
The scraping sound of metal on the floor grated on everyone’s ears, but no one paid attention.
“How stifling…”
No. 71 instinctively tried to remove her mask.
The masks we wore only had holes for the eyes.
Wearing them for extended periods felt suffocating. ...
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