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... on of its former self. Blackened walls curled in on themselves like dead petals. The windows were just hollow, gaping sockets.
Smoke still rose lazily from the ruins, and every breeze carried the heavy stench of scorched wood, ash, and something like the smell of burning corpses. Bile rose in my throat, and I turned away and coughed drily.
Beside me, Claude stopped walking and gaped at the scene.
I didn’t have to look at him to know what kind of expression was on his face ...
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