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... ant continued its grotesque feast just meters away.
Every crunch—every snap of bone and sinew—was a dagger in his chest.
He forced himself to look.
He made himself remember every face, every voice, every laugh of the men who now lay in pieces across the cracked concrete.
He would not forget them.
He would carry them in his blood.
The golden hue of the setting sun poured through the broken trees and twisted metal, casting a warm glow over a nightmar ...
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